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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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