Forest … the big river travels

the tall trees growing

refuge in the oak, the lemon blossom,

… the chestnuts, birches

the hornbeam, the afroxylies (trees), the almond, the beeches

with trees and cherry trees

hearts carved in the peel

childhood memories

hairy skins of lichens

their trunks in dark dress

knots in aged hulls

The leaves and branches

breathe with

all the raindrops

to get enough

Birds pick

heart of green

after opening its wings

.. and the sun travel

Transparent sheets, change color,

Joined butterfly flying

when the shadow spreads

spring’s first flower sprout here

and fresh footprints, silver

the passage of deer

Leaves, pine, dryokikides

the fruit of the beech

and acorns, tangled mat …. hidden

The deep colors slept

with wet pine needles and

Eucalyptus strips dressed

Forest …. That was left an orphan with no color

landscape beauty without broken

needless sounds of leaves dried

logs that were forgotten

the supreme simplicity

Once fertility dead

Where are the trees that struggled

with deciduous trunks

Where are the cyclamen, which are the hyacinth

the ferns and those wild clover

to lie down next to the trail … .. charmed

lost sight of my left

a tangle of roots, dead …..

The sun lowers in the rays of the afternoon the ghost

a path

for all wildlife is left alone

the sound of water strengthens

lost the wild pigeons hastily sousourades (birds) and Spentzos (birds)

branches dead and shelter we have lost in a cloud of scorched dust wet

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