The roads that lead to your house,
all empty.
My heart that carries you within,
all empty.
My diary where I always wrote about you,
all empty.
The love songs we heard and sang together,
feels empty.
There's something about you,
I'm afraid to let go.
You've gone away from me,
but my hands still search for yours to hold.
You've ended what we had,
but I'm too afraid to let the memories go.
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Meraki [poetry]
Puisimeraki This is a word that modern Greeks often use to describe doing something with soul, creativity, or love it is a collection of poems I write, with my soul, creativity and love.
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