I wish I were the tear that falls
onto your lips each morning
then I could take away the pain
and satisfy your longing
I met a man in Vrahassi
his boots were made of leather
he left a footprint on my heart
that will be there forever
Anavlohos, Anavlohos
Vrahassi sits your mountain
each house a white rose in your arms
each scar a flowing fountain
When I see you in the morning
rasping breath and bleary eyed
let me destroy your cigarettes
and the raki you've imbibed
*For information on the construction of a Mantinada check out my Poetry Workshop web site on:
http://feelings.ws
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
