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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...

Have the courage to let go...

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Please, just have the courage to let go of the people who leave your heart confused. Let go of the people who make you feel like you are compromising all that you desire, and all that you hope for, and all of the goodness and the beauty that you know exists in this world, for a skinny version of love. Let go of falling in love with potential, let go of falling in love with the idea of someone rather than who they truly are. Let go of the fears you have that keep you holding on to something that hurts, something that is so heavy, something that has only left you feeling misunderstood, or unworthy, or at war with yourself. ~Atticuspoetry

You're neither far, so I can wait for...

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You're neither far, so I can wait for you, Nor close, so I can meet you. You're neither mine, so my heart can rest, Nor forbidden for me, so I can forget you." ~Mahmoud Darwish

How can I describe my life to you...?

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How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I'm fond of flowers. -Susan Sontag, Death Kit

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: