Forgive me

Your voice, soft and tender like

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 is trembling like a newborn bird. So fragile, like it barely exists,

this feeling wants to be born again,

but the clouds still cover the sun and sky.

Forgive me.

Alexandra Sotiropoulou

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