Fields of Division
These empty hands
are seeking for the enosis.
Without sea
I'm drowning
without wing
i'm falling.
Sorrows are divided
in shifts
they are visiting each house.
A treat for a memory.
We look like candle-lights
inside the ocean.
Steamy and lonely.
The wind's blowing
will judge our absence.
A default judgment
in the courtroom
of the night.
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