Cycladian Tempest that Felled the Fleet Footed One.

He sailed away, Aegean shores, was it a dream? It seems a dream.

Caught between mythology, heart and the hopeful tomorrow,

I am confused, sad and still an idiot of melancholy optimism.

 

I love you. Not a choice.

My beautiful, distant 

Argonaut.

 

I wait for you to come true.

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