Submission by Konstantinos Lagos

[klag...@gmail.com]

Frozen volture

Frozen were 

the volture's wings

the morning 

I saw your face

for the first time.

And when it shook 'em

tiny little pieces of ice 

filled the air

just like the tears I 've shed

when our goodbyes were said 

Many years have passed 

time is a healer they say

But the volture is still 

there on the cliff 

watching , observing 

shaking the frost off  its wings

waiting for us to meet again 

I know , 'caue I'm there too

every winter , freezing 

and there I will be 

until a feast I will become 

for the volture flying above...

This treasure of poetry is unpublished 

Happy new year everybody

[Mukul Tyagi]

Beautiful poem.

Savita