My soul in shreds
falls from the sky
like heavy rain,
painting the earth in pitch black,
and the drops of my blood
like fertile seeds
Is there still a hope of love
sprouting into deep red roses.
for my anguished soul?
ยฉ2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

My soul in shreds
falls from the sky
like heavy rain,
painting the earth in pitch black,
and the drops of my blood
like fertile seeds
Is there still a hope of love
sprouting into deep red roses.
for my anguished soul?
ยฉ2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

Thank you so much.๐๐
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