57 On the edge of the wooden floor A winter December night On the edge of the wooden floor even my luggage is damp all is gathered there My thoughts, my fears and my truths ready to be unlocked Two unsuspicious children back then crossing the bridge of our world, barefoot joining our hands and making dreams Somewhere in the depth of time the Nymphs spun the thread of our fate Drop by drop, the rain fills a bucket and the bedsheet, knot by knot, covers my body The souls button up and unbutton like the moments of our time and life On the bridge of the world we still move on the nymphs weave the sirens seduce Our hands are untied untangling our dreams Alone on the bridge of this world alone on the edge of the wooden floor Λύκειο Αποστόλων Πέτρου και Παύλου .............................. Λανίτειο Λύκειο - Λύκειο Αποστόλων Πέτρου και Παύλου ............................................
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