Each day of my life
seems a different song
-just like the sea-
first a warm embrace
then a cold bed
later a green love
often a blue end
But in the same time
each day of my life
-just like the sea-
remains always salted
full of sharp rocks
too much troubled
or a little bit calm
From time to time
a stone falls on the surface
sweeping the past
with the gay harmony
of omocentric circles
and a divine geometry
then carries me away
alexandros filippakis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ocean-of-days/
