A blind child cries out in sorrow after gaining its sight and seeing dreams of unknown spirits. A magician with a false laugh arrives as snakes fill the earth and bloodsuckers attach to the narrator's body. The narrator searches for a genuine love and hopes to send a message worthy of the recipient's soul. They question if hate will become the norm and humanity just a word for a few, as the suffering crowd has a knife between its teeth watched by greedy friends and servants who kill love. The narrator carries the last love drop of the world and keeps it for the recipient.
Original Description:
" The last drop", a poem by the Cypriot author and poet Kyriakos D. Papadopoulos
A blind child cries out in sorrow after gaining its sight and seeing dreams of unknown spirits. A magician with a false laugh arrives as snakes fill the earth and bloodsuckers attach to the narrator's body. The narrator searches for a genuine love and hopes to send a message worthy of the recipient's soul. They question if hate will become the norm and humanity just a word for a few, as the suffering crowd has a knife between its teeth watched by greedy friends and servants who kill love. The narrator carries the last love drop of the world and keeps it for the recipient.
A blind child cries out in sorrow after gaining its sight and seeing dreams of unknown spirits. A magician with a false laugh arrives as snakes fill the earth and bloodsuckers attach to the narrator's body. The narrator searches for a genuine love and hopes to send a message worthy of the recipient's soul. They question if hate will become the norm and humanity just a word for a few, as the suffering crowd has a knife between its teeth watched by greedy friends and servants who kill love. The narrator carries the last love drop of the world and keeps it for the recipient.
A blind child who desires some bread, having dreams full of unknown sprights, after founding its eyesight, in sorrow it cried. The magician came into the scene, having a false laughter on his face, the Earth was filled up by the snakes, and the blood sackers stuck on my body. There is a demand of a luminous ray of hope, for a genuine love intensively I search, for sending you a message, worthy of your soul. Will the hate become an arrangement and the humanity a word for a chosen few? The crowd stays in agony, having a knife between its teeth. The sordid friends and the servants of the Wealth are watching up with wild glance, they kill the love. The last love-drop of the whole world is carried by me. I keep it for you.