By atma a.c.

Memory ache

almond trees blossoms withering  away in the wind 

would you ever return to the room you left thirty years ago

turning to ruins in every dream?

Would you ever return to a love you left if there was never?

dreaming upon dreaming making up my dish

Ω νόστιμον ήμαρ !


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