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Visitors land in Athens engulfed with a feeling of great excitement in the air,Renowned for its rich history, it is as if Greece is waiting to lay it's soul bare,
Dear diary. I am called "moments" and will be your daily best friend. You will have to be patient with me while I write my happy moments with a small laugh that arouses the curiousity of many who hear me laugh :) Or a sad face :( hand in hand with
Don't underestimate me,  I am who I am I will not be the silent pleasure you want  me to be nor the short lived happiness you fee When you don't know me, how could you underestimate or judge me Your judgement of who I am is but a mere understandin
Fantacy fantacy. Yes, I am calling upon you to give me an answer. Do we live in a fantacy world or do we fantacise the world we live in.  The answer, I will leave it up to your fantasy.  Just don't let me down. By Irina Peridaki
The countryside whips past On the other side of the glass. I already miss it, yearn for it- The earth, the smell Of blooming apple trees. Finding a corner in Mom’s orchard To draw and be alone
Hiding, watching, waiting I’m sitting in the shadows Peaking through the curtains In the darkness enclosed Waiting for him   Hiding, watching, waiting I sip my cup of black tea
Olympic queen of bow and arrow Artemis draws and releases Target red, thirty meters Breathe, anticipation  Wishing it onwards In search of gold Pierces true Hear the Cheers
stone i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me creating creatures i'll never hold statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me they are
Sweat pours down bodies in streams, Blood is caked between the toes of feet, Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.   Swords doused in red ink, Shields reflecting the suns gleam, Cry out your call,
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