Glory is just a name

Birth is not

Death is not







Metamorphosis to a pic,

late night  yesterday,

have been decided.




I was thinking of  the children

-miss them

missing, as a long happy breath.  



Imagine the moment of exodus

when words became difficult to collect them,

and a spirit without flame appears.



Serenity  around  the clouds,

today  with little drops of  rain

in my window.




Maria Panoutsou- English verses
2019