by atma Anna Christakou
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What if I die tomorrow what if everything remains unfinished
feelings words truths and lies
secrets or friends or enemies
endings or beginnings, losses or gains
all failures, mistakes and attempts
everything ending tomorrow and my goodbye echoing in the desert
of unfinished sentences, expectations, delusions and dreams.
Let me then sing for the truth exists amongst all lies in a moment
as the flower lasts only one day…