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Letter XXIV
Take heed of the distance that detaches sun & moon, & tell of such distance your heart. Take heed how this goodbye may seem so soon, ceasing a chance for a start. Take heed that this—this Love—comes for free. Take heed I strive to become me; Strive to become as my mind falls apart. Take
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Silence
Silence fell like grains of wheat that throngs the fields of gold. Her verve was stirred by her defeat Leaving her voice, wavering — discrete In hells that burn, in hells so cold; In tears of pains so much untold. Her silence was her last reply, & replies were a fate — a must, What
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Annemin Şarkıları
Like blades would cut, Like a hundred prayers may rise to God, Every prayer, with an empty stare, Keeps fighting the smokes of despair, In wars that only prayers can bare, In wars, where souls… have flesh & blood. In wars, of flesh & bones & laughs & moans, & dawns may alter after dawns,
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Fatal
Life of my Life, Soul of my Soul, I am experiencing a self much more than me. I am becoming of one heart, of one mind… Yet of one heart, & of one mind have I been split into half, & into half, I’ve lived so far. So far have I not been through thee. So
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Dor
{Inspired By “Song From A Secret Garden” } Definition: Dor (Romanian): Longing for someone you love very much, combined with sadness, and the need for singing sad songs (Romanian contemporary Language-Romania) -its etymology belongs to “dorinta” which means wish. It’s impossible to translate. It conveys too much meanings, thoughts, and feelings. Speak all your words,
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The Prayer
Once have I heard some strain so sweet, Of tongue known not, to ears of men. Some tales where life and lore may meet. A whisper, unknown from where or when. That keeps on saying; “Come back to me… Come back to me..” It sways and wavers now and then. A whisper’s born within a
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On the Nature of Light
And, if the soul is about to know itself, it must gaze into the soul. –Plato, Alcibiades. Have I ever seen you, Darkness, conscious within mine? Have I ever roamed those dim & dreary roads of thine? Have I been thou & thou—me? Have we become what we may need to be? I know
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Dance
Dance, & let all the stars envy the nights within you prance, Outgo the forces of distance & time & chance! Incise my skies, Chastise me but Despise despair, Unweave the eves of cleft beliefs, of hollow prayers… Still all the demons that may seal the moon within. Steal every place & space you’ll leave
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Letter XXIII
Teach me, Perhaps my meanings are meaningless. perhaps my feelings are feelingless. & perhaps my soul is incomplete. Yet surely, there does exist Lessons, my mind can never resist nor my heart can ever conceive. May it be of a joy so bleak or a suffering—sweet. May it be of an endless cheer or fear or
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Letter XXII
Our fate is but our choice. That makes us none but gods. Our Love is but a voice. That makes us none but God’s. —A voice of mutual belonging of wonders, thriving, thronging in the hearts of each of us. Of all the world, just us whose choices make us yearn, & with every tide
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