George Vizyenos

(1849–1896)

Oak tree

I was walking in the grove

talking to the trees, I rove.

Then, I found a downy leaf

a thorny shell, what a relief!

Belonging to an oak tree

Nobody waits for you.

When I spin the circular moon,

you become an elusive

syllable of reflection

that leads to me.

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A bear that commutes

to work every day in suits

has to remain mute.

A fox that counts stars

hates all the cars, but loves

one that goes to Mars