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2023-04-10 02:25:34 Even when they woke up, the morning and dream demons laughed and left them. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:25:18 If you find love, do not deprive your heart of what it wants, for life, my son, is years, and passion is a lonely day. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:24:26 So rest, there is nothing left but the confusion of walking at the intersection, how can I keep you away from the fire when there is a desire in your chest to burn? How can I bring you closer to the river when there is fear in your heart and the memory of drowning? Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:23:08 There are things that are difficult to talk about; like the rust that devours what is available to it from my heart. Like my hand that I extend to the image of your sleeping face in my memory, but it ignores me. Like my voice that turns off when you say to him: You are dead, like the darkness that rests in my eyes. It's like an empty closet that closes its door and goes to sleep. Like a language that hides its metaphor from me as if I were death. Like poems that slowly disintegrate under the weight of distance and wisdom. Like a loneliness that shares half of my bed with me at night and turns its back - fidgeting - on me in the morning. Like my room that is overflowing with chaos. Like your eye that hides inside it a tribe of amazement. Like nothingness that devours our lives only because its hunger is greater than our desire to live. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:21:37 I was pleased that the time that ravaged you with war returned and it was peaceful and that the circumstances that afflicted you grimly came to you begging for pardon while smiling, and you realized that you were resisted by disasters that you could not when you resisted. It was said: He is the one who has mercy on those who do not have mercy on themselves. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:19:47 Your eyes, O two dreaming stars without end, without them, I would not have known that the lights of hope are pure blue, and that the light is made by women. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:19:14 We have an ancient knowledge that my heart knows like the palm of my hand, we have countless laughs, special stories, and a language that only we know; And nothing helps me in my forgotten and strange days except this love. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:18:51 Since your face has vanished, and the poem is an abyss, and poetry is a window on the longing of speech for speech, your shadow has not passed through the mirrors of revelation except that my lips have murmured, and the metaphor has died out, and the language has submerged in the standing. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:18:06 Every time she laughs, she pushes my soul to its rightful place, and then it becomes reassured, so now I can exchange all my days for laughter. Open / Comment

2023-04-10 02:17:39 She moves around the house, and my heart slips behind her footsteps, like a baby whose milk she breastfed. At first my heart loved her and now my son loves her. And my heart carries them and they love behind them my heart: she and my son. How did the world expand for them together? How did the prophets forget to present us with such miracles for us to believe? Open / Comment