A Childish Heart
By
Myriads of stars in Heaven
the parchment and
a lit candle of his oil
I still keep in the corner
of my house
the harvest of dreams
***
Where the road
on earth it ends
on the flowered path
I go through the infinite
with a childish heart
***
In a deserted chapel
little candles
with small yellow flames
my friends seem hidden
My hands are full of rays
but when it rains
like music, like prayer
from the drops of the soul
God stands out
HURRY WINDS
By
From a new poem of mine
In the heart of the little bird
in the big forest
with the fossilized trees, the flame
Houses in ruins, imprisoned in fate
unwillingly Rooted, wear clothing the dust
inseparable people grow old at night
shadows are made in calm mirrors
but before dawn
lives exchange
in their dreams the veils
About The Author
Kapardeli Eftichia has a Doctorate from ARTS AND CULTURE
WORLD ACADEMY. She lives in Patras. She writes poetry, stories, short stories,
hai-ku, essays. She has studied journalism from A.K.E.M. she has many awards in
national competitions. She has many national and international anthologies to
her credit. She is a member of the World Poets’ society. She has PhD in
literature
0 Comments
“We all need people who will give us feedback. That’s how we improve.”– Bill Gates