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...
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1:04am You have changed...

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You've changed, 1:04 AM

1:04 AM
You have changed. I used to think that you're the one whom people say one in a million. But no, you turned out to be the one among the millions.
No, I don't know you anymore. No, you're not the one from before.

I thought you were different and yeah you turned out to be different from my thoughts. A stranger? Maybe this is only what I can call you from now on. I don't find the time gap a problem. I think there remains a connection through silences, when we can't speak anything silence does.

I came back with same affection but you didn't
show any attraction. Yes, you have changed a bit or a lot. No, you're not the one from before.
-duskytale

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