dana besarani

A huge book to read
Is like
Along way to walk
If you are unable to touch
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If the Roses disappear


the Violets still stand for demonstration
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Our lives have been taken
We are the people always in the papers
papers of war
papers of violence, torture...
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You are every where
Never been established

You are SO Unlucky
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In all years
How many times
I begged to you
with my knee down
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I adore you
I am surprised by you
You make them read me
you bring me a life
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Booking your day before its full
No one in there to make you fool

When you arrive
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In this alienation period

from simple imagination..
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Let's run

Without jump or crash
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Might be all night long
My poem Sacrificing itself
Until reaching your breath,
and waking you up
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Quiddity you are.
United all,
Earth to
Earth.
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And last
Now still now by the time you look at it..
Afew moments pass; in many 'nows, ' there is regret. Oh, humanity! How amazed I am by this 'now, ' living right in its midst. It was merely the driver of my path, yet it always carries me away and drops me back into a 'now' filled with regret. A single breath is all I ask for to reach my longing, but it constantly takes me and brings me back.
In an era, like the waves of the Thames, 'now' comes to welcome me and then departs. Out of shame, it is only you and I. Why have you become the wave of the ages, always coming and always returning?
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The most beautiful creature in my eyes is the one who will never, ever be lost within this certain heart.
O God, do not deprive me of my prayer; keep them in the highest reaches of my mind and heart. Please, entrust them to me for an eternal forever, without end. I miss them dearly. I do not know where in this universe they are right now, but I know that for me to forget them is impossible. For three whole decades, my eyes have been blind—not to distance, but to any thought other than them.
In the ethics of that angel's words and speech, I remember only them. My reverence for them is not a favor; it is a necessity. I wish to live only within that dream. Finding the embodiment of that pure soul in reality is impossible.
Imagination is the greatest gift I haven't lost yet. I keep it so—not for the sake of time's order, but to emphasize their presence. And so... I constantly return to their story. Even now, let them say it is just a fantasy; they do not know it is the greatest world of my life and the person I was.'
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I'd love to pour a little water from the fountain of my eyes into those restless oceans, which—until yesterday—were thirsty just like themselves, even to reach the sea.
I came,
With tears of gratitude,
Sacrificing myself for all those who were ungrateful.
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I'd love to pour a little water from the fountain of my eyes into those restless oceans, which—until yesterday—were thirsty just like themselves, even to reach the sea.
I came,
With tears of gratitude,
Sacrificing myself for all those who were ungrateful.
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That cloud moves so very
slowly,
As if it carries heartbreaking news,
Fearing that if it cries out,
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