As my tears pour and my heart softens,
I know no one can save me but me.
Can I remember that I am practically empty
as my inside melts and as it stiffens?
If not so, how can I understand the simplicity
of being human?
Does a flute only play the sweet tune?
No.
It is also here to play when
the winds are blowing hard,
and carry the melody
further than heaven.
Alexandra Sotiropoulou
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