This poem is a translation (adaptation to be more precise) of Στάλες αυγής published just before it.
Drops of dawn
perching on the ruined
stone-walled house.
The ivy tirelessly
spreads its hug
around the walls,
a scaffold for the dreams
to build new life
upon their forgotten
existence
like music
fallen into oblivion
long ago
and now risen to life
again.
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