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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
Even the impossible can be done
because I believe it can
the toughest challenge can be won
because I am a fighting man
People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
vividly those serene eyes,
emotion in them
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.
When the moon fell below the horizon and the city became black, Death walked silently among the houses - careful to touch nothing - until he reached a palace. He entered through the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by the rich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.
How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see!
That, having view'd the object vain,
They might be ready to complain.
In the village they call her the dark girl
but to me she is the flower Krishnakali
On a cloudy day in a field
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones
something my former hands had longed for
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
You can scorn more illustrious eyes,
sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight
something as good or as tender as night.
Eyes are the windows to each and every soul
That articulates a story in every perspective
Seeping when sad and tightened when angry
But can lie to us ‘cause they're deceptive.
One night a feat was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins - one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect - something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.
As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.
If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive,
If your eyes are filled with dreams, it means you are alive
Learn to be free like the wind,
Learn to flow freely like the river,
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men came home from the streets while silence engulfed the night.
In a lone house near those villages lived a woman who sat by her fireside spinning wool, and at her side was her only child, staring now at the fire and then at his mother.
I cannot be known
Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep
These eyes do not glow with a calming light; they cannot heal. They only emanate insidious neon.
These eyes burn through us like hypodermic needles in the frail, darkened veins of our dreaming.
As I glaced into your eyes they left me in a daze that I can not shake
For every moment that one feel the sun thus a bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus for every bird for there a rose that will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one who wish or respect will look in the eyes of the bird thus for what one see is the eyes of the angel of respect and yet the eyes of the bird is the eyes of the angel of respect.
For when it's night thus one will see the eyes in the sky but thus the eye that one see is the eyes of the angle of respect but for ever heart that wish for the touch of respect for every beat of once heart is like a wish for the touch of respect just to feel the sun that will warm for every warm smile for the sun shall touch once heart that will fill in the air where there a heart for one shall feel the light of respect for every min that one wish for the touch of respect and yet the eyes of the angle of respect is the eyes respect.
Thus when it's night for the stars will shine in the sky but for very star for there a but when one see a star for one will feel the touch thus where there a bird thus there a rose of respect for every rose is the rose just to see a rose bloom with the touch of respect of the angel for who's eyes sparkle respect is the angel that will touch a heart with respect and yet the eyes that twinkle is the eyes of the angel of respect.
For every min that the sun raise thus one will feel the warm smile that will warm once heart when for every bird that one see will sing or the touch of respect but just to see the bird thus the bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect for where there a heart for one will be touch with the light of life and yet the eyes that twinkle is the eyes of the angel of respect.
For every eyes that one see in the sky is the eyes of the angel of respect just to see a bird that will touch the sky with respect but when one see a rose that been touch with respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect shall feel the sparkle of the eyes with respect and yet the eyes that sparkle with respect will touch a heart.
For every star that touch the sky for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for what one see is the eyes that will twinkle in the sky where there a rose for one will feel the touch of the sun hat been touch with respect for every star is the star of the angel just to look in the eyes of the angel for one feel the twinkle in the angel eyes and yet every eyes that one see is the eyes of respect.
For when one see a clear sky for the stars will raise to touch the sky with the touch of respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect shall see a star that will twinkle in the night but for every moment that one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel that will fill once heart with respect and yet the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.
A beautiful day just to feel the touch of a rose but when the sun shine for one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart for every touch of respect is like the touch of the angel of the night sky but for who will feel the touch of respect but yet for every stars that one see shall shine n the night with the touch of respect and yet the eyes in the sky is the eyes of the angel.
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