Your absence is like fire,
burning my heart,
that desperately tries to find you
in the chaos of this world.
Pieces of it are scattered
to the four corners of the horizon,
and a signal,
step by step,
they’re cheerfully tracing.
Finally,
there, in the center,
you’re standing
proudly
smiling devilishly
from the depths
of the underworld.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

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