You came..
and a silky rain flourished
under the yellow leaves
Today
I went out on the balcony
and i saw cyclamens bloom
On the edge of the clouds
the smallest ligtning
was crying your name
Listen! listen to the rain
For an old tale talks
and it is true you know
like the old fairy tales
– and love –
they never die
Shambhala
Found this beautiful poem in Greek with a photograph of cyclamens in the rain of mine. The name of the blog was ‘Looking far away’ and had many poems – but cant find it anymore.
Maybe they said everything they had to say or otherwise, hope they travel well
sunnypolarbear 