Hope was hanging

from an olive-tree

and sang the song of freedom

in peace and feverously.

Birds and pigeons

captured joined

attuned to the magic song

feeling meaningful and strong.

But a branch of the olive-tree

suddenly broke and fell free

together with hope

far into an empty hole.

©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.

PS I’ve decided on some poems I will write to recite and make audio recordings of them. I believe this gives the poems a more personal touch. If you want to listen and can bear up to my voice, just click on it. 😉