
I smelled a cloth of yours, and summer crawled up inside me. It took me back to when we sat tightly embraced under the shining white moon and stars, witnessing us make dreams and surrender to love amid the fire of passion. We believed in eternity and swore on our infinite love to stay together forever, sealed by a deep kiss. Now, Iβm walking down memory lane, watching the same shining night sky, like in an old black-and-white film, with you somewhere beyond the horizon.
Β©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou.
Picture Β©:Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night Over the RhΓ΄ne, 1888.


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