...and the hope is far away
When the dreams don't move
There are some days like this,when the dreams don't move,
and the hope is far away,
and the present is black
When I come back to the past to find my rainbow.
I open the old box of my happy memories and I try to paint my thoughts with colors.
The colors that I try so many years to keep alive
For my colorless poor days
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Poetry by Constantinos Grigoriadis
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Written on 2008-02-19 at 15:46
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