Poems by Sofia Skleida

Poems by Sofia Skleida
Truly risen
These hours hurts me,
these moments.
The patient is defenseless in the chamber.
You struggle to give him discharge without diagnosis, cure
and destination.
Christ is Risen!
For those moments that the eyes were tearing
which the soul suffered
fight with the need
our lives met in a circle of vicious circles
fate mourned the price of glory
and the
nature run out palpitating in front of the unbridled universe …
*Collection of poem , Neologisms (Amphictyon of Hellenism, Department of Literature, Thessaloniki, 2017)

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