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Farewell song

           In memory of my father

I am looking for the most beautiful words

To write you a farewell song

For winters and summers on end

But naked is the pain and scared am I

To touch the notes barehanded.

Wagons come and go

Filled with souls

Born and dead

And I am left on my own

Upon the rails of memory,

Prey to the silence left behind

By trains drifting away from me,

Seeking for your traces so as not to forget you.

 It was the dusk of sadness

And the hovering of night,

The hope that was fading

In the corner of pain.

And it was the grey sparrows

That flew around us

On the last seconds

Of the day that was ending

When you spread your arms

To silently cut the fruits

Of the tree that was rooted

Deep in Hades’ abyss.

But, father, I did not see it

And I was longing

For the dawn to bring me back the light.

How could I ever know

That it would bring along

The unbearable void

Of your absence.

 Vaso Brataki