Under the black sky

I sit with the Moon

a heavy stone settles in my breast

pulls up memories,

the moments of happiness

that once filled our hearts.

 

But suddenly you’re gone,

leaving me alone.

And now

only sorrow

suffuses my senses.

Still, the white light falls,

and with it a thread of hope.

 

©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

 

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