Vlavianos Haris poetry
THE POEM OF ANOTHER POETICS
Crystal-clear water in a glistening vase
Yellow and Red roses.
White light in the room, like snow
Fresh snow (it’s the end of winter)
softly falling on the invented place.
The afternoons are returning without sounds,
without secrets, without impatient faces
Round vase.
Porcelain painted with roses.
Yellow and red.
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