Remains of a Wasted Time
So I hold remains of a wasted time.
For prophecies I pray, yet sky is still dark.
Signs of fortune my dreamy stairs they climb,
Mortal desires set as a divine mark.
In narrow cells the world's memories withdraw,
Sirens' gnarled hands are forming Nature law.
As I lay my waves upon trident's sea,
Destination changes leave the wheel on me.
Copyright © Valeria Iliadou | Year Posted 2011
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