I gathered roses for you wandering about the mount; a thousand thorns in my view, my clasping hands in hurt abound.
I longed so much for you to pass through the icy northern wind, holding a gift for you –alas- tight against my bosom’s tilt.
I kept on gazing afar, full of yearning was my heart and my eyes streaming tears.
In my craving I failed to see the dead of night was drawing nigh; and I cried and cried –whatever be- me and my roses in the night. (Dream, Maria Polydouri)
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:59 am (UTC)wandering about the mount;
a thousand thorns in my view,
my clasping hands in hurt abound.
I longed so much for you to pass
through the icy northern wind,
holding a gift for you –alas-
tight against my bosom’s tilt.
I kept on gazing afar,
full of yearning was my heart
and my eyes streaming tears.
In my craving I failed to see
the dead of night was drawing nigh;
and I cried and cried –whatever be-
me and my roses in the night.
(Dream, Maria Polydouri)