Category: Poem
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Outshining
I reached for the stars and found your bold eyes midst them, outshining. They bathed my bearing, with pure utter love, so I was like a dove, peaceful, high flying. ©2026 Vasiliki Papadopoulou
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Bearing the Cross
I fought night and day to win over misery, which destiny had kept for me. But I won, despite the great loss, as I grew strong while bearing the cross. ©2026 Vasiliki Papadopoulou

