Adolescence of day first lily of joy
The ancient myrtle flutters its flag
The breast of skylarks shall open to the light
And a song shall hover in mid-air
Sowing the golden barley of fire
To the five winds
Setting free a terrestial beaty
Adolescence of day first lily of joy
The ancient myrtle flutters its flag
The breast of skylarks shall open to the light
And a song shall hover in mid-air
Sowing the golden barley of fire
To the five winds
Setting free a terrestial beaty
© Odysseas Elytis