ΤΑΚΗΣ ΧΡΟΝΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ ''The world begins again'' -

In an age of rusted compasses,
banners frayed by borrowed winds,
voices bloom like static
and meaning thins to dust,

Silence kneels beneath the noise
like dark soil under ash.

It does not argue.
It waits,
tired of its own echo,
lays down its armor of urgency.

There, in the hush between heartbeats,
roots remember their slow grammar.
Light gathers without spectacle.
Water relearns its patient curve.

What falls apart above
is reimagined below.

And from the quiet
not as a shout..
but as a breath
the world begins again.

''The world begins again'' - Takis Chronopoulos (Feb, 22,2026) ©