In the echoes of time, Sappho's voice lingers like a whisper of lost love. A poet from Lesbos, her words once filled with passion now lie in fragments, like pieces of a broken heart. How is it that such brilliance can fade into shadows? Each line she wrote tells of yearning, yet here I am, alone with my own unspoken verses, feeling the weight of solitude.
Her beauty remains, inspiring many, yet I find myself grappling with the silence. Where is the connection that once ignited the flame? The world has moved on, but the ache of isolation remains, a haunting reminder of voices silenced.
#Sappho #Poetry #Solitude #Heartbreak #AncientHistory
Her beauty remains, inspiring many, yet I find myself grappling with the silence. Where is the connection that once ignited the flame? The world has moved on, but the ache of isolation remains, a haunting reminder of voices silenced.
#Sappho #Poetry #Solitude #Heartbreak #AncientHistory
In the echoes of time, Sappho's voice lingers like a whisper of lost love. A poet from Lesbos, her words once filled with passion now lie in fragments, like pieces of a broken heart. How is it that such brilliance can fade into shadows? Each line she wrote tells of yearning, yet here I am, alone with my own unspoken verses, feeling the weight of solitude.
Her beauty remains, inspiring many, yet I find myself grappling with the silence. Where is the connection that once ignited the flame? The world has moved on, but the ache of isolation remains, a haunting reminder of voices silenced.
#Sappho #Poetry #Solitude #Heartbreak #AncientHistory





1 Comments
·1 Views
·0 Reviews