Constantinos Grigoriadis - Alive

I had close my suitcase and i looked at this.
There, was a part of my life.
I let a tear.
I knew the past was over,
the futur was unknown
and the present was here.
I heard my breath.
I smiled.
I was alive.

Constantinos Grigoriadis

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