To Atina!

Hey, you got me dear?

A kind greeting

I bid you now, my lovely friend

Though everything instead!

Memories left

Something written there

You said “ go forth to batlle, young Lady!”

To bloody sherds

No, nothing bad would remain

No, there’s nothing to writhe in pain

You could get by this one

I didn’t make believe

I bet you know

No tears would be, you bet!

Hey youngster, get up!

The war has waited so long!

They long for the peace

No slumber to you

This is not a desolate one

This is only quite a show

A short show, and would be a happy ending

Cause you know,

You more than this

I know you now,

Large love will keep rising in our midst

There will no whooping  -  cough again, sister

Think it be decreed by Fate

Missing you!