Sun, the Greek Songs–A Poem
September 24, 2018
My hands have grown thinner
I resume life to the beginning
because I don’t understand Greek–
I lose my pearls.
Sun, the chosen God of this.
Reign me, make me shake these ruins
To the pillars I return–
turn statute with status of slave.
To white walls, I walk
with my eyes boasting what I don’t obtain.
These jewels, the jailed hair–
they are everything, Sun, to the show.
On stage, I undo,
touch wood and sum the skies.
For this gray is such pain;
the eyes of stones so useless.
Just be yourself, Sun
That’s what I learn today.
About the Writer
Ester Goncalves, Contributor
Ester is a contributor to the SBRHS newspaper, the Breeze. Even though she is from Sao Paulo, Brazil, Ester takes pleasure in writing poetry in English...
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