This is an English translation of my poem “Μαρτυρία“. You can also find it in its original form in my Greek poems category. Thank you all for the support and stay safe!
It was beautiful, out there
we were falling in love
we were sucking
the marrow of life
It was beautiful, out there
we lived in the war cry of glow
But who has regrets down there,
who drags the tar of nightmare?
*
We breathe out another nature
The indistinguishable
identity
The enigma of times
of eons
Like parts of a troupe, the jesters
groan while they laugh,
to divide the audience
And he alone, as if in a dream
smiles to the strangers
the crimson ones
who, drawing blood, enjoyed life
and in blood they will lie,
fearless
And I at the end I watch
with breath, deep
I follow the spirit
into oblivion
I await the euphoria
*
Right at the pause
There in this pause I remain;
Vall.Grey poetry 
Oh wow…fantastic piece….”Right at the pause….There in this pause I remain”….Do I need to say more? 🖤
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Thank you, always, dear Navin! 🙏🏻✨✨
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Oh how I have missed your poetry!
This poem has so many original phrases~
“who drags the tar of nightmare”
Excellent!
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Dear Michele, thank you so much and I’m so glad that you like it!! 🙏🏻✨❤💖
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Of course! I always enjoy your work. 😊
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Love this ❤️
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Thank you!! ❤
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