OURS
Spending evening like this alone
is like
being eaten alive by a golden dragon
while angels are playing the violin to the moon
and the roses are madly swaying in the wind,
red,
distant,
ours.
VK - Nov. 1992
Published also on Translatum - Favourite Poetry - Βαλεντίνη Καλφαδοπούλου
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