The Tempest
Avgi Platanidi
Down by the Grey shore
She stumbles and crumbles
Carrying her brown bag
Full of Mirrors and harms
Harking through the Waves murmur
Gentle lullaby of her charms
She draws out the Mirrors
Laid down in a Circle
Now people's stares
Carve her face full of fears
One by one she throws them in the Ocean
Clear in the Water her Reflection she sees
