The sun burns my hopes
into ashes of lament.
Then pours its brutal light,
to kindle greater ones
that steer me toward
a kingdom of my own,
where this free spirit
soars in fearless flight
and blazes as fierce as the sun.
©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
The sun burns my hopes
into ashes of lament.
Then pours its brutal light,
to kindle greater ones
that steer me toward
a kingdom of my own,
where this free spirit
soars in fearless flight
and blazes as fierce as the sun.
©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
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