How does an empty room breathe when the one you love is gone? It breathes with the echo of what was left unsaid. How does light bend in the corners of memory? It bends where the gaze cannot bear to reach. How do words grow when you forget them? They grow within...
Georgia Douni
In the deep glass of night
In the deep glass of the night, blood dripped, like a pomegranate that cracked from too much love, and the sky, a bowed pilgrim, spread a veil of clouds to hide Your pain. The whisper of the olive leaves is not a lament, it is a prayer that dresses in the dew...
Dedicated to all the women of the world
You are the Memory that carries the light, and the Earth that refuses to become a grave. You do not step on the soil, you are the soil. You are the black earth that swallows the shells to return them like ears of corn. In your hands the mud of war becomes clay of creation, the deeper the...
Georgia Douni
How an empty room breathes
How does an empty room breathe when the one you love is gone? It breathes with the echo of what was left unsaid. How does light bend in the corners of memory? It bends where the gaze cannot bear to reach. How do words grow when you forget them? They grow within...
In the deep glass of night
In the deep glass of the night, blood dripped, like a pomegranate that cracked from too much love, and the sky, a bowed pilgrim, spread a veil of clouds to hide Your pain. The whisper of the olive leaves is not a lament, it is a prayer that dresses in the dew...
Dedicated to all the women of the world
You are the Memory that carries the light, and the Earth that refuses to become a grave. You do not step on the soil, you are the soil. You are the black earth that swallows the shells to return them like ears of corn. In your hands the mud of war becomes clay of creation, the deeper the...



