Anthea
You cut an olive branch
you called it life.
You knit wreaths of hope and hung them on our collapsed walls.
You cried for the lost dreams and prayed so as not to be lost,
to be transformed into a source of resurgence.
You are tired
to look at doubtful shadows on the horizon.
You stare at the sun and sing softly.
Anthesteria * came for the honorary glory of Dionysus…
* Great ancient greek annual celebration in honor of Dionysus
Dr Sofia Skleida,
Writer,
Athens ,Greece
