Month: December 2023

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Where are the verses for those amazing women?

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Where are the verses for the women who defy the warnings of their mothers, forging their own paths through a world that bruises them with prejudice? What words will paint their stories, capturing the resilience in their new tongues and the scars of their battles? Shall we cast these poems into the depths of the sea, watching them sink beneath the waves as if the struggles of imperfect daughters do not deserve to be heard? As if their wounds do not bleed, their hearts do not ache, and their spirits do not rise from the ashes of self-doubt? Who are … Continue reading Where are the verses for those amazing women?

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Hourglass …

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In this place, there lingers the scent of countless empty years, a musty fragrance that clings to the air like a ghostly remnant of time’s passage. Each page, weathered and worn, tells a story of days long gone, their sepia tones a testament to the relentless march of time. Dust dances in the stillness, stirred only by the breath of half-hearted readers, their presence a mere echo of the past. Here, time seems to stand still, suspended in a realm where the boundaries between past, present, and future blur into a hazy continuum. The half-dead readers, lost in the labyrinth … Continue reading Hourglass …

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Earth is made of your body the sky is made of your soul

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I have discovered a land where the very essence of you forms the earth beneath my feet. Every step I take is a caress of your being, grounding me in the warmth of your presence. The sky above is a vast expanse of your soul, stretching endlessly, embracing me with its boundless love and understanding. And the sun, radiant and golden, reflects your face, casting its light upon me, filling me with the warmth of your affection. In this wondrous land, I yearn to immerse myself in the rich soil of your body, to feel the pulse of your spirit … Continue reading Earth is made of your body the sky is made of your soul

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‘σ ‘αγαπώ

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Let these words flow like a gentle breeze, caressing your soul with their tender touch. Let them weave their way into the depths of your being, settling in your heart like a cherished memory. Let them not just be fleeting thoughts, but a lasting presence, an eternal bond that connects us beyond the physical realm. Let them be a reminder of the love that binds us, ‘σ ‘αγαπώ, whispered softly but resonating deeply within. Let these words be a comfort in times of uncertainty, a source of strength when the world feels heavy. Let them be a beacon of hope, … Continue reading ‘σ ‘αγαπώ

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Suddenly …

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And suddenly, the memories were there, a deluge of emotions cascading through every fiber of being. They flooded the eyes, brimming with the weight of yesteryears. They flooded the chest, a tempest of longing and nostalgia. They flooded the soul, awakening dormant echoes of love and loss. The memories inundated the bed, where once laughter and whispers had danced in the moonlight. They inundated the house, filling its every corner with the echoes of bygone days. They inundated the lips, as if the words unsaid were finally finding their voice in the downpour of recollections. It had been so long … Continue reading Suddenly …

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Children from Gaza

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Yesterday, I saw a video that shattered my soul. It captured the terror that plagues Gaza, the heart-wrenching struggle of doctors trying to save a little girl. Her fragile body lay lifeless on the ground, and I wept. The doctors fought tirelessly, but her spirit had already departed, leaving behind a void of despair. As I watched, tears streamed down my cheeks, and my heart ached for the dreams she would never fulfill, the laughter she would never share with her family. I wondered about the horrors that must have plagued her thoughts in her final moments, and my tears … Continue reading Children from Gaza

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Your hands on my body speak to me about you …

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In the quiet whispers of the night, I feel you. Your hands on my body speak of a language only we understand, a tale of longing and belonging. Each touch etches a story, a narrative of love and passion, painting a portrait of us on the canvas of time. My lips on your skin, a silent confession, speak of desires and dreams, leaving an imprint of my essence upon you, a mark of my love that transcends the physical. In the union of our bodies and souls, we become an irrevocable “us,” intertwined in a dance of fate and destiny. … Continue reading Your hands on my body speak to me about you …

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I will find you …

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In the vast expanse of every life unlived, in the uncharted territories of every land not seen, I seek you. In the symphonies of every music not yet heard, and in the poignant silence that echoes into the wind, I search for your presence, your essence. I yearn for you in every thrill ever tasted, and in the elusive thrills left unfelt. In the vastness of the sea ever sailed, and in the unspoken words that linger in the depths of my soul, I seek your imprint. I rummage through the things put away, the unworn clothes, and in the … Continue reading I will find you …

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At the end …

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At the end, when the final curtain falls and the last chapter is written, what words will linger in the corridors of your mind? Will it be the echoes of a whispered “I love you,” or the melody of a song that danced through the chambers of your heart? When you close your eyes for the very last time, what will you see? Will it be a forest bidding its last farewell, or a sunset casting its golden glow over the endless expanse of the ocean? Perhaps it will be a kaleidoscope of memories, each fragment a window to the … Continue reading At the end …

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To love an artist …

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To love an artist is to love their rawness, to embrace the vulnerability of their soul and the intensity of their emotions. It is to hold their delicate heart in your hands, to cherish their sensitive way of seeing the world, and to revel in the chaos of their creativity. It is to dance on the edge of madness with them, to kiss their insanity until you both explode into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and swirling fractals. It is to lose yourself in the whirlwind of their passion, to be swept away by the tempest of their imagination, and … Continue reading To love an artist …