poetry

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My mind keeps blossoming

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never, never
in my whole life

never!

never, never
in my whole life

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atticaattica

ΕΛΑΤΕ

ΕΛΑΤΕ

greece is true
you look at the same land against the
same sky
history is just building
buildings are a veil on
something that was and
is true

The hills around Athens

and you feel lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

and you feel that you on this earth are sacred
that you are a sanctuary
that

Women are the holders of everything that is valuable in this world