anwarghanij - Hello Poetry

The time is an absent moment Without the women passion, And the places are just dry deserts Without their smiles. Through their hidden secrets, We see our colorful dreams And from their loud wishes, We write poetry with pink letters.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC

Women Passion

The time is an absent moment Without the women passion, And the places are just dry deserts Without their smiles. Through their hidden secrets, We see our colorful dreams And from their loud wishes, We write poetry with pink letters.

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When the morning starts his journey, and the squirrel travels through his green songs, all the flavors take their azure veils. The flowers, the women, and the old farmers know the amazing colors of the river’s tales where the dreams wear light dresses and the faint whispers make an aurorean cake from the early dawn smiles.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 10:08 AM UTC

River Tales

When the morning starts his journey, and the squirrel travels through his green songs, all the flavors take their azure veils. The flowers, the women, and the old farmers know the amazing colors of the river’s tales where the dreams wear light dresses and the faint whispers make an aurorean cake from the early dawn smiles.

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Rain is a gentle curve That sows joy In the hearts of flowers The earth would be gloomy Without the childlike leaps of raindrops

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 4:11 AM UTC

Raindrops

Rain is a gentle curve That sows joy In the hearts of flowers The earth would be gloomy Without the childlike leaps of raindrops

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I will love you with a silent love A very silent love Without a word Without a glance

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Dec 29, 2025

Dec 29, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC

Silent Love

I will love you with a silent love A very silent love Without a word Without a glance

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This is a new year, And I have decided in it To melt in your love Like a delicate rose.

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Dec 28, 2025

Dec 28, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC

NEW YEAR

This is a new year, And I have decided in it To melt in your love Like a delicate rose.

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When your shadow reaches my night, It will light a candle. And when you look into my heart, You will find no one but you.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC

CANDLE

When your shadow reaches my night, It will light a candle. And when you look into my heart, You will find no one but you.

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My heart beats gently, When it meets your shadow I am no longer lost You are my refuge In your hands I find peace And warm stories

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Dec 24, 2025

Dec 24, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC

BEATS

My heart beats gently, When it meets your shadow I am no longer lost You are my refuge In your hands I find peace And warm stories

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The wall between us is so perfect. It blocks any warm touch and any kind word.

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Nov 29, 2025

Nov 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC

WALLS

The wall between us is so perfect. It blocks any warm touch and any kind word.

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Speak to me, even just a little. For silence kills everything.

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Nov 24, 2025

Nov 24, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC

SPEAK

Speak to me, even just a little. For silence kills everything.

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I am a withered tree and my stories are tasteless. I cannot live with a boat. Here, on my land, there is no love, no poems, and all you see is withering death. Our homes are filled with bitterness, and our grass is not green. Our daughters are fields of sorrow, and our youth are mirrors of wars. Yes, we are victims of blind killing, even though our clothes are white, our feet are flawless, and there is no blood on our fingers.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC

A WITHERED TREE

I am a withered tree and my stories are tasteless. I cannot live with a boat. Here, on my land, there is no love, no poems, and all you see is withering death. Our homes are filled with bitterness, and our grass is not green. Our daughters are fields of sorrow, and our youth are mirrors of wars. Yes, we are victims of blind killing, even though our clothes are white, our feet are flawless, and there is no blood on our fingers.

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