Maria Polidouri - Twilights

Before me rushes the day away
Like a beam of light.
And that’s how that always finds me
Unexpectedly and from afar
The burden of the twilight.

You’ll also run out of light
My hope made of gold,
The shadows will approach you
And thus you’ll fatefully beckon
Towards the twilight too.

© For the translation & the photo: Lakis Fourouklas