POEM BY NIKIFOROS VRETTAKOS
I GATHER FALLEN WHEAT EARS
I gather all the fallen wheat ears to send you bread
I pick what’s left of the sun with my broken hand
to send and dress you in it, since I’ve heard you are cold.
Put on your green dress at Easter that the children
will run with the flowers, doves will fly out
and our mother with her big apron full of love.
Take any road, any mountain peak, ask any tree you like
you hear me? All roads on earth start at my heart.
Don’t be lost gazing the light. You hear me? Come!
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