A glance at the moving mirror - Poem
We looked into a river to see our faces
But the water was cloudy and dirty
Nothing could be seen
inside its gargling arteries
We dipped our hands in
and massaged the lonely heart
Pushing away rubbish and waste
Then we bent down into the river
and rested our lips on its pale water
Giving it the kiss of life
It started to breathe again
We looked into the river to see our faces
Without any idea about
the right and the wrong
Only to uncover
the innocent view of our souls
And there were the day and the night
The sky and the sea
The trees and the arteries of our bodies
Look at the moving mirror of our world
Now you can see the moment that does not exist
Beside your river
Above and under the sky - Poem
I was once a drop
And I used to roll on the stars, silently
Uninterruptedly
I was looking from there at our Earth
While I was trying to approach it
Here, in the universe, there is no time
I remember
Seeing in the beginning
green mountains, gurgling rivers, countless seas,
pure people
But, I remember
Once, then, seeing factories instead of my green mountains
oil wells in the place of the gurgling rivers
dirty swamps instead of my countless seas
rude and inconsiderate people in the place of the pure ones
I remember
I closed my eyes because I did not want to look at the Earth again
It was constantly disappointing me
Today,
I am part of the world
There, hidden somewhere in the middle of an ocean
Sometime in my previous life
Somehow under the sky
And I am looking at my stars
In the land of no face - Poem
They shrunk the swing of rain
and put it on my palm
They made me be reborn,
This time with drops instead of eyes,
ash on the lips and
winds upon the hands
And so, I tasted this rain
The drops of the eyes rolled down my throat,
The ash of the lips extinguished
the burning fire of my enlightened voice
And the winds were lost once and for all,
Under the shadow of my palm,
in the land of no face
When my body became dry
With my tears being the only sign
of my existence
Panagiotis Papanikolaou comes from and lives in Greece. He is thirteen years old, a Greek student of secondary school and writes literature in general, but mainly poetry. He is a contributor to some poetry and literature websites and some of his poems have been singled out.
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