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Giorgos Seferis

Your eyes, watching, would be beautiful, your eyes, reaching out, would glow, your lips would come alive, as they used to, at such a miracle; you were searching for it what were you looking for in front of ashes or in the rain in the fog in the wind even when the lights were growing… Continue reading Giorgos Seferis

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