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Defenseless innocent joys

Defenseless innocent joys

Tied ,are identical
they pierce the body
before they are born
they want want to show up to revealed
Defenseless innocent joys
which their deep traces in the soul engrave

Merchants, sell
the pure flowers, baptized
With red colors, rooted
to the tired hands of the innocent

Yesterday they were still torturing us
the years
thirsty like the lonely terrified birds
in the dense forest for stars

I dressed with the destinies
The bodies look hidden
Where in the shadows
with sorrow shouts
silently they are budge

But the soul does not mourn
marks the love
Simple, unpretentious, naked fragrant
ΑΝΥΠΕΡΑΣΠΙΣΤΕΣ ΑΘΩΕΣ ΧΑΡΕΣ

Δένονται, ταυτίζονται
τρυπούν το σώμα
πριν γεννηθούν
θέλουν να φανερωθούν να
αποκαλυφθούν
Ανυπεράσπιστες αθώες χαρές
Στις μικρές στιγμές του καθημερινού βίου
που τα βαθιά τους ίχνη στην ψυχή χαράσσουν

Οι έμποροι πουλούν
τα αγνά λουλούδια , βαφτισμένα
Με κόκκινα χρώματα, ριζωμένα
στων αθώων τα κουρασμένα χέρια

Χθες ακόμα μας βασάνιζαν
τα χρόνια
διψασμένοι σαν τα μοναχικά τρομαγμένα πουλιά
στο πυκνό δάσος για άστρα

Ντύθηκα με τα πεπρωμένα
Κορμιά μοιάζουν κρυμμένα
Που στις σκιές ,με οδύνης ιαχές
Βουβά σαλεύουν

Μα η ψυχή δεν θρηνεί
σημαδεύει την αγάπη
Απλή ,ανεπιτήδευτη, γυμνή ευωδιάζει

Style / type: 
Free verse
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

Hello!
This speaks to me with sadness, but also an appreciation for what is honest and simple. The second stanza describing the merchants selling the flowers is extremely beautiful. I would love to know your inspiration for this.
L

Hello Lavender The inspiration often comes from real events that torture our vision but also our soul
The life that hides the anxieties of everyday life, the deprivation of some to dream and live the life that others secretly make for them
The ignorance and the poverty, the haste but also the mistakes that the mind makes in trying to live
How vain it really is to think that you "choose"
They just steal the secrets of your soul and then leave you to waste away until they empty your soul
This is the battle of life. Love is its jewel Thank you for your comment

author comment

for your explanation. Love is its jewel. Well said.
L

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