Spyros Tzanetakos Poems

the strars will rise in the night sky
tonight the angels will sing
the rain is falling down now for days
and day after day years went by
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It was all a dream, a spinning of a wheel
Beneath you a hillside and a valley green
You will rise again today from your ashes
To paint the sky blue and draw the rays
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Lament the leaves of winter haze
All you intruders of my silence
I sing a verse of quiet despair
And I confess I am all alone
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