The keys to my heart

are broken into sharp pieces,

and all doors of love

are closed

to all seasons,

forever sealed by sorrow.

Loneliness

a healing plan

amidst the turmoil

of pain and fear,

in ripping agony to clear

the dark clouds

that are

hovering over my spirit.

©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

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