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Everlasting Love

Everlasting Love

I thought your love would prove an endless art, deep-rooted in the chamber of your heart; yet mind and soul were torn and pulled apart in that harsh tug-of-war of mere surviving. Since the rules of love are constantly breaking, a promise given by a lion’s

Beneath the Ancient Oak

Beneath the Ancient Oak

Devoutly, I spent my last precious days beneath a vast and ancient oak, chanting ballads warm and pure as light haunting that scaled high horizons, questing new ways. I shut my eyes and dive in heaven’s bays, swimming along, my being transforming— young again, cheerful, old friends embracing, as

The Chase

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me through the foggy darkness. I ran so quickly and for so long that a side stitch began to torture me, making breathing painful. I needed to rest, but if I did, I risked being caught. I kept running, glancing back

Motionless Words

Motionless Words

Black words on white paper, motionless, senseless, stranded there staring at their creator who’s lost in theories of stuck old doctrines, trying to scrub his brain clean and find enlightenment again. But delusion rules over him, dictating the path from mind to hand. So the creator cannot resist— he

A Conversation With Love

A Conversation With Love

Once, I asked Love. “Why do you hate me?” She returned, surprised: “My poor dear, why this kind of question?” I said, “You never comfort my tortured heart and soul." And Love replied: “I torment your spirit to help you thrive, so you can embrace— true Love when it

Agnes & Mephistopheles

Agnes & Mephistopheles

He stood in front of her, tall and strong, arms akimbo, with unbreakable confidence, in his total black suit. He was her master; that’s how he felt, but he resembled the devil more, his eyes burning with power, his lips shaping a cunning, satisfying evil smile, and his pencil

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Fallen Angel

Thus, I drifted downward with the current in a single harmony, and then suddenly― she appeared upon a bridge like a fallen angel. Her gaze cast me down, and I shuddered. Never had I seen such a gaze, so full of torment so full of infinite love. At once, a

The Spring within the Soil

The Spring within the Soil

The world is burning in wild flames. So are our homes and our souls, turning into ashes. Our tears pour down in heavy torrents, falling onto black soil. Still, there’s a hope like a flashing light that— maybe one day— this blackness returns, back into green life. ©2026, Vasiliki

Rooted Destiny - Part 3

Rooted Destiny - Part 3

Kostas, with Froso by his side, was driving the cart. At the back sat Eleni with the children. Kostas had calculated that they would reach Trabzon from Oinoe in eight to ten days. Upon arrival, Kostas sold the cart as planned and then bought the tickets. The harbor was already

LifeStyle

There’s a style nowadays, they call it life, that brushes off the old grace it once held with a proud face, a high-flying flag of modesty, guilt and respect. But life grew bored with their weight craved a sharper breeze, cleared every fence and old restriction, free from

The Old Radio

My cherished song plays all day long on the old radio, tucked in the corner many moons ago inside my sacred shelter. So I dance, like in trance, to shake off all my shrouds, to scatter all brooding clouds that drift and twist above my little world. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

Awakening Horizons

Awakening Horizons

She gazed intently at the poster hanging splendidly in front of her. Taking a pleasurable drag on her cigarette, she sipped her coffee, enriched with a good shot of brandy. This ritual marked her late afternoons after her shift in the Lounge café bar, aptly named for its cozy atmosphere,

Grief

My love stands waiting in the bitter cold outside your window sealed tight as a tomb it guards you— a priceless secret from me who longs to hold you safe. My forehead pressed against the glass, drenched in rain and cold grief while this love will not die still refuses

Paper Wings

Paper wings rose high drunk on desire into the vault of heaven where the sun shines, wild and kingly, sweeping them away into illusions and futile hopes, until the final fall when they become ahses and fade into nothingness. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

Rooted Destiny - Part 2

Rooted Destiny - Part 2

“But what is happening?” Kostas asked him, visibly shaken by Murat’s words. “Late last evening at the tavern, I overheard Hasan secretly saying strange things to a friend of his. You know which Hasan I mean, the one who often starts fights with the Christians. They also whisper that

Azure's Garden

In Azure’s garden white clouds bloom, scattering innocent silhouettes in frolic, fleeting dance and play carefree, they drift and melt away woven softly in the blue tapestry until they fade like silent ghosts and vanish from the endless sky. ©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

The Wounds Become Wildflowers

The Wounds Become Wildflowers

Bruises bloom across my soul wild taking hold— mercilessly, in every hidden facet life so flawlessly masquerades as lifelong gifts. Time drifts on through joy and pain, still the bruises flower under the silver rain painting dazzling colors across the ache. Until one day the wounds become wildflowers deep-rooted,

Rooted Destiny - Part 1

Rooted Destiny - Part 1

The sky gradually grew dark, and it was hard to make out the plants in the field. The strain of work became unbearable, so the villagers gradually gathered inside their homes. Another day was drawing to a close; they were in a hurry, wanting to escape the biting cold that

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