And I find myself here again…

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Rose from the garden I live in now. Preveza, Greece.

And I find myself here again,
confronted with the blank page;
and it isn’t empty and pure,
but full of past memories and life.

Chaotic rising of words from within…
Without a plan…
Without a known…
Just pure expression
from the heart.

Longing,
my longing,
speaking in words
only I can understand.

These voices crawl out of me,
from the blood in my veins
to the tip of my tongue.

And I find myself here again,
singing the song of my life.


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