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Forgive me

Έγινε ενημέρωση: 31 Αυγ 2020

Your voice, soft and tender like

a spring's breeze, comes out of nowhere

to soon disappear. The memories, sweet and cruel, cut the thread of past and future

until there is no me. My eyes are echoing a past life and a

future possibility.

My heart trembling like the movement

of a newborn bird. So fragile, like it barely exists,

this sentiment is seeking

to be born again,

to come to life,

but the clouds still cover the sun and sky.

Forgive me.

Alexandra Sotiropoulou

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