Alexandra Sotiropoulou
Sep 12, 20201 min
Updated: Apr 23, 2021
The trees, tall and silent
will exist after me.
The sea, endless, wet warmth
will exist after me.
Laughter, joys and sorrows
will exist after me.
The walls that surround me
will still be after me.
And nothing will be left of me.
Not even me.
Alexandra Sotiropoulou