Reconciled with the world you begin the day however the sound of sirens tears bright thoughts you do not associate dreams names faces streets like a madman you search for a premise of being yourself the autumn morning fortifies you with platinum cladding that will be the moment when you liberate yourself from
A cold October a tearful branch of an apple tree strews the road with leaves wet vehicles pass human silhouettes while betwixt the stones the pain overgrows with dry bramble thorns some fearful feelings of the already post-autumnal emptiness soft light of the moon wraiths of precipices minutes creak underfoot the heart of an
What is a woman the most someone with a lilac shade of a body away from the purple suns a mistake of so many ways a curve of an incomplete street the last stone of a dead-end what is a woman the most as the suns were falling away from your sky the
They had sold my sister in Raqqa the buyer’s hands seem to be bigger than his heart his mouth looks wider than his hands it is just the way he swallows it without chewing it yesterday I saw a sparrow as if it died while airborne do you know when the sun abandoned it
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edgar allen poe called out : love ! my raven life shouted : never ! never ! never ! we are exchanging
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once again a massacre, again on my feet I am alive since there is a hope. I have trouble like being alive since auschwitz the world war I changed nothing the world war II and even vietnam my pains are constantly growing my pains are constantly growing I was hitler, I
(You, divine, sweet woman! How come you did lose yourself all of a sudden, You withered and got close to death?) – John Milton Ah Cassius, Yehuda Ah the cycle not taking its lesson The wrong case extending heaven from the same mouth loftily While looking for a comfy, White place As ravaging, and
Life had been left to drift, It was spring; While flowers rushed to bloom in a frenzy, Crowning untimely sorrows, They veiled the impatient expectations Of lovers. No more, it shouldn’t go this far Since when Since when did being “right” Take captive Those wild, unbridled emotions? I could not tell. Do not
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One more coincidence: We are both loyal We both prefer not to die for anything Tomorrow I’m getting a gift voucher for a celebration I can’t decide what we love most Could an enchanting city be for sale? One more coincidence, We can both play the bongos If we really wanted to, we could
drops hit the water like a bullet after all years the heart bangs hard the eye closed to the eye, lantern flickers intermittently the man in a yellow raincoat stands under full load at the stern of a boat, yoroz got darkened, in the whiting fish’s water bursts the sea, fifty fathom deep the
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