You'll come

You'll come
To the water towers
Of my sorrow
Vespertine fog scenery
Lamp-post in crystal essence
Weathervanes will be spinning around
The margin of a lonely
And forbidden word
You will dare to articulate it
With unreachable eyes
Like the blueness of your nostalgia


© Γιάννης Τόλιας

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