by valentinestavrou

my future in shapes of circles and staircases in dark brown coffee dregs
a narrative coming from a wise mouth says theres a halo over my head
ζιβανία burns my throat helps me dream of παππού and εβίβας with friends we bid farewell his life i find in old books that smell of times when smiles were never doubted my hymn echoes when i cross i smell vougemvilia

i say kvafe she says kvafe
we are home