I built castles of paper
high at the rough sky,
where the wind blows
unstoppable wildly,
and it stirred up my castles.
After,
all of a sudden
a flash of lightning
ripped apart my heavens
and all my desires
burnt down
like a single piece of paper
into dust and ashes.
Β©2024, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.



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