A shooting star passing by,
good to wish upon
but bound to loose in the blink of an eye,
I will be the light that catches your eye everytime you look up to the clouded night sky and close your eyes.
Yanna Vlahos
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Giannulas Chronicals,
PoetryMy first series of poems, Falling in and out of love, finding myself again, and letting go of old pain. Thank you and I hope you Enjoy. New additions may not be found at the bottom but within the lineup. In chronological order. -giannula 🤍
