Category: Poem
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Trapped
My dreams a trap where I fall into without having any clue what awaits me. I go one step forward one step back try to continue being on track. In case I fall I will fight back and stand up following the target. ©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, all rights reserved.
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Olive-Tree
Hope was hanging from an olive-tree and sang the song of freedom in peace and feverously. Birds and pigeons captured joined attuned to the magic song feeling meaningful and strong. But a branch of the olive-tree suddenly broke and fell free together with hope far into an empty hole. ©2025,…

