O troubled Isle of Aphrodite So battered by hostile winds that vie with one another When will this storm abate? O thou, my father's land Thy very heart so torn and so in pain A castaway from thy native land thy core is rent in twain Strewn across thy verdant carpet Soldiers have trampled thou like mire in the streets O Cyprus, the lovely isle of fruitful vine When will you breathe again? http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-cyprus/

I feel so sad about what is going on in Greece. I have always being in love with it and looking forward to a holiday over there. I pray that it rides through this rough times soon.
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If you ever visit Greece, I would love to show you around. Thank you so much for your kind words. You are a very good soul my friend. I can tell by that spark in you eyes which are the windows of your beautiful soul. Without knowing you personally, it feels like I have known you for years. Be blessed and may God always guide and protect you. Warm hugs from Athens
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I truly hope to visit one day and yes indeed, it would be lovely going and knowing that you will be meeting a friend. Thank you for your words Sofia and the very best to you as well. Blessings. Jacqueline
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Very well put
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Thank you Derrick!Have a beautiful day my friend and be blessed!
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Well written…
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Thank you kindly for your comment! Have a blessed day!
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Thanks. You as well.
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“thy core is rent in twain” … brings a respectable charm to this piece
“when will you breathe again” … a poignant question
Great. Time spent well. Thanks!
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Thanks for stopping by and I am so glad you loved this weighty poem. A lot of pain encapsulated in a few verses. Have a blessed week ahead!
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Pleasure reading !
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Thank you my friend! Have a nice evening. Be blessed
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Reblogged this on SOFIA KIOROGLOU and commented:
“Ode to Cyprus” by Sofia Kioroglou
O troubled Isle of Aphrodite
So battered by hostile winds
that vie with one another
When will this storm abate?
O thou, my father’s land
Thy very heart so torn and so in pain
A castaway from thy native land
thy core is rent in twain
Strewn across thy verdant carpet
Soldiers have trampled thou like mire in the streets
O Cyprus, the lovely isle of fruitful vine
When will you breathe again?
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Thank you for sharing! Have a blooming day!
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