Kyriakos D.

Papadopoulos poems
A picture
Hurry up, my love, dont be late,
you will lose the moon,
that floodlights the lake,
and the shadows grow up, thin as Saints.
Dont be late anywhere you are!
Come to see once in your life the world,
dressed in colours.
Come to pick out one by one,
as you make necklaces
with the shells of seashore.
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