Aphrodite (my poem)
From the white mountains
to the red villages
where Greek Strawberry Trees blossom
and potatoes grow
I greet the eagles
and salute the frogs
while contemplating in awe
your everlasting beauty
My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.