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Thoughts Hub

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Channel address: @thoughts_hub
Categories: Quotations
Language: English
Subscribers: 19.05K
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Blog of poetic thoughts, worth contemplation.
• Notes from the Cloud:
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• To Drown in the Height:
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Author: @Hubeyb_Mohammed
Playlist: @Hub_Sound_Selections
Lectures: @isolee

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The latest Messages 56

2022-04-17 22:44:42 ‍Oh the eagerness of the boat stranded at the port...
482 viewsHubeyb , 19:44
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2022-04-17 22:44:42 It is more difficult to forgive oneself than to forgive others, for one knows what ridiculous motives were behind so much pain.
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2022-04-17 22:44:42 I attacked you with a hail, and you realized a hail.
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2022-04-17 22:44:42 For the one who grows up in the cage is afraid of the endless expanse of heaven and those who order him to leave the cage.
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2022-04-17 22:44:42 What is the use of a person breaking his chains if he does not run long after that?
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2022-04-16 23:11:02 I loved your eyes in a sea that has no resolution
My life is a sail on its shore, I'm anxious
I adore your eyes, with its arrogant moods
And a stormy season in its impassioned nature
Your love is a distant twilight that attracts me
It has childhood, dreams and brilliance of an elderly.

I loved your eyes and the waves were bleeding
I love and the blood of roses that burn
I love and the extent is a promise and fantasies
Sometimes I slip, and the horizon wakes up without you.

Your eyes are a harbor of scattered dreams
Cry to it when the dusk overwhelms you
And a garden of shades to seek refuge in you
Migrants, in the land of alienation were burned
I ripple in the unseen and secrets contribute
It's like I'm going to the unknown tomorrow.

What is in your eyes; Longing or suffering?
Violent or a tactful call?
How much melody drowns in the depths of cities?
And between its fringes, how many twilights are born?
There is no color for dawn if you do not rise with it.
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