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Few poems by Mahmoud Darwish💕

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To mark my 300th post, I'm sharing a collection of poems by Mahmoud Darwish. His powerful words offer deep insights into love and separation. Enjoy! I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments. 'I felt like my homeland was occupied again.' Out of my ignorance I called you a homeland, and I forgot that homelands are taken away. Drink your coffee, embrace the silence, do not take people seriously, do not take life upon yourself, do not exaggerate your emotions, and do not please anyone against your will. Don't befriend me for a day, and leave me a month. Don't get close to me if you're going to leave. Don't say what you don't do. Be close or get away. A University degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'. Poetry an...

I am nothing. I'm like someone who's been thrown into the ocean at night,....

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I am nothing. I'm like someone who's been thrown  into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach  out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one  answers. I have no connection to anything. ~Haruki Murakami

For a long time now, every meeting with another...

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For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been a collision. I feel too much, sense too much, am exhausted by the reverberations after even the simplest conversation. - May Sarton

You will never know them...

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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them. ~Veronica Roth

You planted flowers in my garden of heart just to....

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You planted flowers in my garden of heart just to make me watch you burn it all

I am starved for tenderness and.....

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 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛  𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝒉𝑠." -𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑛, 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: