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A Strange Hug

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The empty streets are full of stories

There is a drop of sadness and a piece of laughter that leaves a trace there

I try to turn back the pages of time

Trying to find maybe your feelings are still left in the past seconds,

But no.....

I'm waiting for you at the door holding back sleepiness

Sambari prepares a dish where longing is scattered

Just in case you forgot to knock on the leaves that are a little weathered

....

I fell silent in a murmur.

knocking on your dreams and lulling you through words that never run out of words,

unraveling prayers that are never finished, and "AMEN" that never wants to be met.

For the hope that we never agreed

....

I want you here

Drop your head on my chest

So that you know how many beats my heart spells hopefully ours-,(...maybe)

After that, you can leave

From the strange embrace


MOMENT SETTLEMENT

I found your lips

Dancing,

Swishing my heart to shreds

As graceful as twilight lives again in the background of your dimples

Slaughtering the poignancy of your passive smile,

Your eyes are luminous

Sparkling

Touching the wet walls of my heart

I'm getting flabbergasted, gasping to savor my pus-filled heart.

For your longing, within which I am veiled

P
FOUR MOMENTS

There is still light in your eyes

Which with all my might I keep burning.

Before the fifth second

You or I are extinguished forever.

A promise broken again

Not because of words

But because of time.

.....

We are just a pile of moments without ever becoming a commitment

rising with hope, sinking with memories.

We are just a pair of defendants waiting for the Creator's verdict.

Reciting prayers that await fulfillment,

United or separated

......

Listen...

If you're not ready for a tie

I'd be happy to shake your hand.

No need to be shy

I respect a choice,

Because love does not have to say hello

or walk together

.....

To love you is to fight


Even if someone else is the hero

And since I named my wounds as prayers,

I Know Loss No Longer Needs Tears.

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