Do you ever still think of me?
Do I cross your mind like this?
Do you reminisce about our memories?
Do you remember our last kiss? 125 more words
Over the healing hills of Agios Sozomenos my grandpa Antonis would stand with binoculars for a chance to get a glimpse of his village Tymbou. Now part of the turkish occupied area, everything that once belonged to him and his family were lost…only left in blurry images to be viewed at a distance. 456 more words