Ο θάνατος σε φίλησε Νοέμβρη και ακόμη μαζεύω τα κομμάτια μου. Πνίγομαι και ζητώ να αναπνεύσω αέρα μα τον πήρες μαζί σου όταν έφυγες.
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ΙΣΤΟΛΟΓΙΟ ΜΕ ΘΕΜΑΤΑ ΤΟ ΕΜΒΟΛΙΑΣΤΙΚΟ ΧΑΡΑΓΜΑ, ΛΟΓΟΙ ΠΑΡΗΓΟΡΗΤΙΚΟΙ ΚΑΙ ΑΛΛΑ ΠΟΛΛΆ
Ο θάνατος σε φίλησε Νοέμβρη και ακόμη μαζεύω τα κομμάτια μου. Πνίγομαι και ζητώ να αναπνεύσω αέρα μα τον πήρες μαζί σου όταν έφυγες.
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How sad…when someone we love dies pieces of ourselves go with them… a beautifully aching poem, Sofia…I lost my mom in November so many years ago and a part of me went with her…
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My dad died this November. The poem is dedicated to him. I am still aching and miss him so badly. He was an angel. Sorry to hear about your mom. They are both in heaven now!
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Oh, Sofia, I am so sorry to hear about your dad’s passing. That you miss him means he was a great man. I lost my dad a little more than a year ago, so I know what it is like. Yes, they are in heaven and I am sending you hugs.
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Yes, they are in heaven. It is our surest abode. Here we are transient travellers but our destination is eternal life. Have an awesome Sunday. Hugs from Greece!
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Aw, yes, indeed…thank you, so much, my friend…Many blessings to you and warm thoughts from snowy Newfoundland, Canada 🙂
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Sofia I didn’t know about the loss of your dad. I am really sorry, may he rest i peace! May God give you strength and courage to go through this difficult time. Filakia, thinking of you
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Thank you so much Poly!It was totally unexpected. God bless you and may he rest in peace! Hugs to you and your family
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