The night holds a hostage of your
heart;
as you leave to go home
the kids play their balls
and adults stroll the port;
you find peace in the awaiting.
The people ease their thoughts;
the orange lights oranges alike
floating the sea
the same fruit for every meal
the same dream;
falls asleep away and is gone.
Midnight and you ‘ve seen both sides
of the world;
from which there is no escape.
Afterhours;
sunk hopes found arisen by the
dock.
April
18, 2016,
Port
of Piraeus.
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