Drops

The drop of existence has started to fall,

It’s bearing with wind, but

Keeps its destination –

An aim in the abyss,

An abyss terrifically warm.

Though seconds remain to meet the grim face,

The drop mimes the mirror:

Distorted reflections

Tell tales with stern faces,

Stern faces ironically wrong.

End is the solution or grief or an ocean

For drop that is falling blind

While excursed

Through senses, emotions,

Emotions – the scream to the calm.

-Kita

1ο ΓΕΛ Ξάνθης
Σχολικό έτος 2013-2014