AliwaHosny - Hello Poetry

The boys decided on a coffin. They approached a fisherman whose reputation rested on quiet reliability. Lend us your small boat. He asked what they intended to do with it. They expected his nature to yield the timber without negotiation. One of them pointed his way: Perhaps to keep the cold at a distance. We will settle the matter if you assist. The fisherman held his face still for a breath. He turned to the youngest: Tell me the exact purpose. The answer came without hesitation: To carry the body of the moon. The man laughed. The sound pulled his mouth open into a bare hollow. He placed a short axe in their hands, pointed to the left: Shape that dried trunk however you choose. They walked away while his laughter lingered. Their pockets held every fish he had failed to draw from the water.

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Apr 3

Apr 3, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC

The Moon Funeral

The boys decided on a coffin. They approached a fisherman whose reputation rested on quiet reliability. Lend us your small boat. He asked what they intended to do with it. They expected his nature to yield the timber without negotiation. One of them pointed his way: Perhaps to keep the cold at a distance. We will settle the matter if you assist. The fisherman held his face still for a breath. He turned to the youngest: Tell me the exact purpose. The answer came without hesitation: To carry the body of the moon. The man laughed. The sound pulled his mouth open into a bare hollow. He placed a short axe in their hands, pointed to the left: Shape that dried trunk however you choose. They walked away while his laughter lingered. Their pockets held every fish he had failed to draw from the water.

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No luck for the Rose In The life, Without Tears No Rest for the Lips, Without Kisses. .

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Apr 3

Apr 3, 2026 at 5:40 AM UTC

Taste of The Kisses