Peace

Peace,

Primitive sparkle in mind

Figure invisible in the glance.

Peace,

Moments breathe without start and end

Lonely flower lost in the labyrinth of the city

Plashing surrounded by some purple clouds

Peace,

White motif of passing-by pigeons,

Corolla bright in every sun’s crown.

Kostas Bouzas: 1994
Τranslation: G. Matraka