I was swept away by joy,
and I flew high
to the royal heavens
like poor Icarus.
And condemning fate again
struck without hesitation,
burned my wings resolutely,
since it does not forgive
human vanity.
ยฉ2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

I was swept away by joy,
and I flew high
to the royal heavens
like poor Icarus.
And condemning fate again
struck without hesitation,
burned my wings resolutely,
since it does not forgive
human vanity.
ยฉ2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

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