Midnight wave born from storms
out in the wild, wretched open sea,
foaming on your crest
glowing, endlessly luminous.

Forever dressed in a festive garb
spreading death everywhere
decorated with caiques
they hearken joy here, tears elsewhere.

-Written by my grandfather, Evangelos Kanarakis

Paris, France- 16 October 1926

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