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 CATS When they drop a dead bird at our feet, they have been hardwired to do so... they couldn't help it..... [read more] |
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Tender tendrils of tree trust..... roots which feed the fruits. What are the trickles of melting river ice? Love aborning. What... [read more] |
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TREES ARE WED TO RAIN Where there are many trees there is rain Where there are no trees there is no rain. Those who plant many trees have b... [read more] |
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Past life memories called samskars indicated by the patterns of our stars..... unfreed memories painful scars lives beneath boots of caes... [read more] |
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One said the way to healing was to be in the sun .. the second said the path was to fast on the juice of unsprayed trees .. a 3rd said to t... [read more] |
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All fruits are equal and yet and yet oranges are better than cherries .. purple grapes surpass blueberries.. for the higher the hue of the j... [read more] |
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As His body years gathers His hair does not gray .. while His minting palm pours with gray grace (this is not an endorsement of grey cars.... [read more] |
 my heart flutters when you say my name your voice soothes my uneasy spirit these unusual feelings that you stir deep within me intensi... [read more] |
 كلما شاهدت ما يحصل هذه الأيام في فلسطين أعود بالذاكره إلى ذلك اليوم المشؤوم الذي افتتح به سيئ الذكر ناتينياهو النفق تحت المسجد الأقصى و... [read more] |
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Morning is here once again Do i even want out of this bed Whats the sense Then it starts The noise Oh god what a nois... [read more] |
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The thunder crashed Lightning flashed All alone was she In the corner she coward Afraid to move Not sure what to do She heard a knock The... [read more] |
 سهم يرتشق من بركان يتغلغل في عمق الليل يزمجر ثاائرا يحوي حمم يصهر صمتا ويدوي غضباً ادمته الاحزان *** غرس الحيرة في قلبي نزف يلفض اغ... [read more] |
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Curtains draped from a sickle-shaped rod Throw shadows on an otherwise stunning room. Behind the shades hides the face of a scarlet plume... [read more] |
 I put it out Waiting The cold glow burn had no answers Empty bottles and lack of forethought More often than not my glance went askew Blew... [read more] |