Poetry

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_Pine for me,

Like soil pines for rain,
Like a soul pines for heaven,
Like a man who has spent his whole life
Searching for a place to lay down the weight of his pain.

Like the moon aches to touch the sun,
Like the earth yearns for its own undoing,
Like a heart that stays wide open
For the love it cannot keep.

Pine for me
Not just when the nights grow lonely,
But when the morning finds you whole._

~N

If I had attained you, the story would have ended….....🖤

But now that I’ve lost you, the story will surely go on for a long time. 😔

Why do I keep gazing at the sky, As if someone there could hear me cry?

Why does my heart find no peace, Was one soul all my world could ever be?” 🖤🌙

Someday, our paths will meet, I believe it’s true,
You are my life, and my heart belongs to you.😌

He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how, but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him. They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured. - James Joyce

Has anyone find their life partner or this app worth the time?

Is poetry
When you go around,
Around, around
When you tell many things
Around, around
Because, you can not,
say one thing:
I love you my everuthing!

Lingering

A melancholic hue draws memories near,
An embrace of silence binds the bitterness of the past.
Wandering through the beauty of a story left to waste,
Immortalizing its figure within the verses,
Like a beautiful rhythm that veils the backdrop. 🤍
-Diaa-

Beneath the stars, beside the sea,
Two dreamers sang of what could be.
Though Koholint may fade someday,
Their gentle song would find its way.
For dreams may vanish with the night,
But melodies live beyond the light.