The hill

Updated: Apr 23



I groan in the view of the hill, I have no idea what's hidden behind it,

but my heart doesn't

want to go back. The air enters my chest with difficulty and two wrinkles dance on my forehead. When did it all change and when did I become who I am,

I asked the tree when

I curled up under its shadow. I have felt a lot,

but this feeling that kicks in my chest is new


and pursues me as I continue my journey,

my only friend, enemy and companion.



Alexandra Sotiropoulou

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