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There is the Swallow! As if taken from a children’s book, a picture come to life, a sign of spring, old in our remembrance which time has not yet washed out. On the roof of the veranda it builds its lowly nest with mud and grass and with wisdom of ages. …’ |
From the poem ‘The Swallows’ Nest’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou Cycle III: Faces of Life To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Alexandros Belesis) |