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Dream

Updated: 2 days ago



So many times you spoke of unity and

how everything is held with an invisible web.

A few times your warm hands held mine. Where could you be now that sadness

nests in my wings,


and sabotages my flying?

Now, more than ever,

I want you to colour my dreams,


even if I suddenly wake up.



Alexandra Sotiropoulou



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