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This body

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Within this vessel of flesh and bone resides the celestial dance of the cosmos. Here, in this mortal frame, the sun and the moon converge, casting their light upon the tapestry of existence. The stars twinkle within the depths of these eyes, mirroring the boundless expanse of the universe. The ebb and flow of the oceans pulse within these veins, a rhythm that echoes the heartbeat of creation itself. In the sanctum of this being, joy weaves its radiant tapestries, casting hues of elation across the canvas of experience. Yet, it coexists with loneliness, a silent companion that whispers in … Continue reading This body

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Peace & Love

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In the shattered echoes of the world’s conscience, I never thought I’d witness the day when the sanctity of life would be so callously disregarded. A day where the hallowed halls of hospitals, the fragile sanctuaries of refugee camps, and the sacred spaces of worship would be violated by the horrors of war. I never thought I’d witness the day where the innocent, the most vulnerable, are left to perish in the crucible of conflict, where the perpetrators of such atrocities cloak themselves in the guise of righteousness. I stand witness to the unfathomable, where the cries of babies in … Continue reading Peace & Love

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Your name

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I long to fill my mouth with your name, to savor the syllables that make up the core of your existence. To roll each letter on my tongue, relishing the sweetness of your name as it glides across my lips like a melody. Your name, a whispered prayer that lingers in the air, a symphony of sounds that harmonizes with the beat of my heart. Your name, a tapestry of emotions woven into each letter, a sacred incantation that conjures memories and dreams. I long to hold it on my breath, to release it into the world like a secret … Continue reading Your name

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The meaning of our existence

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Perhaps the essence of our existence lies not in the act of dying, but in the contemplation of how to depart, how to bid farewell to a life that feels fragmented, incomplete. How do we relinquish our presence when we have never truly inhabited our own lives? How do we depart when we have never learned to linger, to truly be? Our identity is a delicate web of perceptions woven from the memories we cling to, a patchwork of experiences and emotions that ebb and flow at the whim of circumstance. We define ourselves by what we hold dear, what … Continue reading The meaning of our existence

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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