My dreams
my sweet ones
bid me goodnight
telling me
in a sobbing whisper:
We are leaving and will not return again,
because the heart of the world
has turned to stone
that cuts like a knife
any joy
that is born with effort
to blossom tenderly
like a beautiful flower.
It ceased to love
life truly
and only sows
grumble and malice
feeling simply
that is avenging
rightfully
for its own misery.
So, farewell then
yet, we hope
that we will meet again
when the world’s course
finally changes.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
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