Travelling in darkness

with a bright guiding star

deep-rooted in my heart

in a bleak world

that doesn’t want to mend.

Meanwhile, somewhere,

up in the sky,

a sweet white moon

is kissing softly all creation.

Alas! There I am,

embracing the time

that is slowly flowing,

and I hold onto hope firmly

that in this world, someday,

my poor being will succeed.

©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou