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 I agree with you Denise: "Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon." But there is a difference: Adam was content, happ... [read more] |
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O my dearest Khalajan* Why have you left me without saying good bye! O my dearest aunt of aunts, What more did this heart of mine want! From... [read more] |
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Mother, O my dear mother: In your loving arms, my infancy played, Mother, O my dear mother: Patting and singing, lullabies did you, Gently h... [read more] |
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Life is neither a tragedy, nor a comedy, nor a comedy of errors. Life is not a walking shadow, Nor a poor player, That struts and frets his... [read more] |
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It is a blessed night of Ramadan, It is the Night of Peace, The "Melody Queen" is dead, May her soul live in peace! For years did her songs... [read more] |
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What a day, a bride has died, While walking to take her vow! The wedding becomes a funeral, Will the groom survive the blow! A woman who bor... [read more] |
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These voices of the heart that float in the air, though for a while, they make this world fair; some sweet words from you, some sweet words... [read more] |
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The trains come and go, and people wait, at the railway platforms, and the walls of interchangeable lights, flash a signal, closing the doo... [read more] |
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How can I forget the day we met, The day when time simply stood still, When I was completely entranced, Unable to control my heart, my will.... [read more] |
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At the start of the new millennium, I asked myself: where are we going? There was a void, no reply forthcoming, everything still, unfathomed... [read more] |
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You O God, commanded the angels to bow before my father Adam, and everyone bowed, except Iblis. You cast him out. Then how did the rebel ent... [read more] |
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Falling snow cakes the ground, the hills and plains, and high treetops, in a make-up of beautiful white. Heralds long and cosy nights, Chris... [read more] |
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Harsh winds howl, breezes sigh, then silence - Ere the fast approaching storm. Deep within something grows, withers, to grow again... Why ca... [read more] |
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I wish that Elliot and I had lived, That he and I had met and talked, Many topics would have been shared, Many perplexing questions solved.... [read more] |
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I love to hear the thunder clap, Clap in full fury, I love to see the lightning flash, In eye-blinding glory. I love to see the rain drops d... [read more] |