Open Town
Pale face in April,
honey Kitrinaia lives the town
in Jaundice,
with a yellow rose on in its lips
It’s too early to get the
gold out although
running like a southern
mad man
Distinguishing the virgins
of Africa,
the sky rains
yellow tears the earth
the sick orange fruit
Among the people
I look for the dust of you
and don’t see you
only as my housewife
I paint yellow everything
in my eyes you’re invisible
to me like dust of sand
I found you and look you
in the eyes between them
I would like to come out
those eyes that saw me
like a diamond.
I am seen by a sick orange cloud like autumn
that’s blooming
My world seem asian pale to me espressed nature with the envy ot the soul, the yellow of the season.
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Love in Your Hair
I stuck my eye up there
in the ribbon
dancing through my hair
a butterfly in the wind
And can’t I catch it
she’s wipping me with her aura of recklessness
your country is a reason
daylight in your hair
Or the ribbon in the yeast.
Ah, she tied me
with the bow you’ve got.
A heart held in ostage, boy!
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- Lefteris Siomos
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