A view towards the medical school in Rio-Patras. From the other side - Antirio.
The poetry is in the picture.



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Pebbles

White and smooth
Under the foot
They swiftly roll
But do not break
And do not crack
Under the pressure
Strong and never alone
They laugh a the waves
Snapping at them.
Together they roll
Even as they get small
Imperceptibly older
Thy laugh and act
Forever young
And forever the same
perfect image
Of a perfect stone
Replicated by mirrors

river run

when the rivers rolls in anger
and the stones run down with him
mother earth senses vibrations
and she'd like to sooth him still

but the dancers stomp their feet
and their thoughts of war sunk deep
while their cries fly with air currents
their heavy hearts cause pressure cracks

they are all calling for a storm
for the clouds to come a knocking
for the winds to come a blowing
for the rain to fall down pouring

and the mother waits through all
cause her voice is damped by age
and her wrinkles wise and soft
she will bear it she'll outlast it

heroes sons she has had before
who fought hard and played and drank
running anger through their veins
daughters waiting by the river

for the peace to reign again