59 Περιφερειακό Γυμνάσιο και Λύκειο Λευκάρων - Λύκειο Λινόπετρας .............................................................. But time, a treacherous companion, never granted his pleas, Leaving him forever trapped, in the clutches of the war's disease. Yet within his aged soul, a flicker of hope survived, A beacon of resilience, determined to revive. With each passing day, he found strength, though frail and worn, To rise above the ashes, and mend what war had torn. For the old man knew, in the depths of his weary soul, That memories may linger, corner, its melancholic sound filling the air. In the coffee shop, a faded notebook in my hand, My thoughts scattered, like grains of sand. Beside me, suitcases, filled with memories untold, Escaping the appeal of a war so cold. An old violin, in the corner, starts to play, Its strings whispering tales of yesteryears' dismay. Melodies of longing, of love and despair, Echoing through the room, hanging in the air. Each stroke of the bow, a story it tells, Of shattered dreams and distant farewells. The violin weeps, its wood worn and old, Serenading the patrons, their stories unfold. In this coffee shop, a haven from strife, Where souls find solace, seeking a new life. With every sip, a taste of hope's embrace A refuge from battles we fight and chase In my faded notebook, I pen down my fears Capturing moments, preserving them for years The aroma of coffee blends with ink's embrace Creating a symphony of memories and grace In this coffee shop, a world of its own Where weary hearts find solace, not alone With suitcases packed, I've escaped the war's plea Finding solace in music, in coffee, in me. Λύκειο Λινόπετρας
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