Sitting in a field writing blog-blurb with glistening dew-drops on the swamp-grass as the busy-traffic roars by on the A-30 and old stag-horn the giant towers dead head and barkless shoulders above the halfling leafy woods of Hedra's pale strained and diluted sunny rays.
Leaves are falling, winds are calling, rustling, sighing, soughing, blowing, strewing, golden rays illuminating. Howlyak yw yn Hedra. * ~ ^ * ~ ^ * ~ ^ *~ ^
Sea of glass, lapping in the sun. Glittering salt crystals sparkle on the rock. Sea so, sky so still, feathering for whispy kommolek mackerel and aery brine-scalers.
ΜΟΥ ΦΑΙΝΕΤΑΙ -
ΚΩΣΤΑΣ ΡΟΥΚΟΥΝΑΣ
1935.
Leaves are falling, winds are calling, rustling, sighing, soughing, blowing, strewing, golden rays illuminating. Howlyak yw yn Hedra. * ~ ^ * ~ ^ * ~ ^ *~ ^
Sea of glass, lapping in the sun. Glittering salt crystals sparkle on the rock. Sea so, sky so still, feathering for whispy kommolek mackerel and aery brine-scalers.
ΤΑΣΟΣ ΧΑΛΚΙΑΣ -
Ο ΜΕΓΑΛΥΤΕΡΟΣ..Ο Λ Ω Ν
Μοιρολοι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς
ΜΟΥ ΦΑΙΝΕΤΑΙ -
ΚΩΣΤΑΣ ΡΟΥΚΟΥΝΑΣ
1935.
Howlyak yw yn Hedra
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