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Lovelines: a group of love poems

Lovelines: a group of love poems

Like more than 150 others, these love pieces are inspired by and thus devoted to my long-lost but recently refound…
Life

Life

andagainandagainrepeat thesame oldandsame oldandsame old.Well, its called livingain’t it?Mehdi Hasan. Life
How did I sleep?

How did I sleep?

How did I sleep?Badly, as far as Gaza is from here, I could hear the cries from children without limbs,…
Death

Death

43 yearshe’s seen it alltasted joyfelt kindnessfought warsembraced despair, chaos, hatred,defeat.had triumphlooking back, a smile appearsis there anything left ?then…
A Beautiful Day

A Beautiful Day

A beautiful dayIt was a beautiful dayThat was spent talking and laughingSharing our stories and why they are importantA beautiful…
They put me to the test

They put me to the test

They put meto the test,to see how patient I am.Making me waitfor a long time.They put meto the test,to see…
Letters

Letters

The banal lines,the love rhymes;I’ll give you everything,with all my time.What’s mine is yoursand yours are mine.Start the daywith a…
Rischio

Rischio

Rischiare per la persona amata
A Mysterious Giant

A Mysterious Giant

A Mysterious Giant
Ti cerco

Ti cerco

Sospiro e chiudo gli occhi / Ti vedo, ti guardo / Lì che dormi beato / Accanto a me…
Decoding Autumn

Decoding Autumn

A nature poem
Again, for First Love: For Qi Hong

Again, for First Love: For Qi Hong

You are sure that I have never really forgotten you. You Are sure about my teenage years. You know everything…
If you are like me

If you are like me

Looking for similar human beings
Inspired by autumn

Inspired by autumn

Autumn is turning yellowed with foliage.
Disgraced by the Sleep of Time

Disgraced by the Sleep of Time

We are burning in this chaos, burning, burning, burning.
Becoming

Becoming

The buns are not so much now, / having sprouted green-blue stubble. / The man is just as much now,…
My summer flew by

My summer flew by

My summer has flown by. The sun is not enough for me.
A useless absence

A useless absence

My father died 62 years ago and I still feel his absence.
Read thoughts

Read thoughts

I flap my wing - I delve into my thoughts. / I will read all your thoughts. / Scraps of…
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