This is it

by Christos Polydorou

Have mercy on
me, my love, for

if you do not,
my sorrow will

turn me into an
unresponsive tree,

you know how
deep

I can be,
it frightens, me

too. And I will have
mercy on you,

and my lack of mercy
will not turn you into

a bird,
lost in the flock.

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