RETROSPECTIVE VIEW | TAKIS PIERRAKOS

I look at you as being a stranger
A distant vision
An unfulfilled childish phantasy,
A dawn emerging for first time.
I look at you, sweet familiar visage
Profitable investment of feelings
Fluttering of shadows
Endless confrontation between
the imperishable moment
And the soul-devouring habit.
I hold the benefit of time, firmly.
Being constantly after you
I record diligently your truth.
Love, Pain, Death.

By Takis Pierrakos