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Post by J. A. LLoyd on Feb 13, 2013 21:33:44 GMT -5
Homophrosyne First night in Athens, a long goodbye. Parents, brothers, sisters speak adieu.
A new life starts, here in Greece. Tomorrow morning, I say Yasou.
Away from home, and yet closer still. Simera, cthes, ávrio. Oh whatever shall I do?
Home is kardia, but Greece is spiti! Was leaving right, and starting new?
I need to be home, I need my chara. Homophrosyne, the perfect worldview.
Homophrosyne, in Athens true. Where Philos Sophia, exists truly? True. Voetheia, my home... be America or Greece? Was this the right choice? Should I have withdrew?
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Post by Raymond Neely on Aug 16, 2013 8:18:02 GMT -5
You did a really fine job with the writing prompt, don't know all your foreign words, I appreciate you taking seriously the writing of your poem as your efforts are fine.
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