For R.A.
written by: Vasiliki Petroudi
@VPetroudi
If the door from the wind creaks
Oh, how my soul for you it craves
If a dry branch in the garden stirs
the agony comes in waves
A stranger’s footstep on the street
You are not coming, it’s so late
In vain all the heartbeat
still in the darkness I wait
The night is cold and dim
tears my candle dripping
on the floor playing a moonbeam
Poor body, yearning is whipping
Desperation holds me tight
I know you won’t appear
not only for tonight
but forever is my fear
Vasiliki Petroudi
My name is Vasiliki Petroudi. I live in Athens, Greece. I'm 45 years old, married and mother of two. I was a graphic designer and a teacher of history of art; I quit my job few years ago to follow my dream to become an author.
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