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The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.
Cannot be done.
Absent those two d e v i c e s,
We wither die

I present you a poem
with no and(s) or the(s)

hear your mind going
but, but, but....

END
this a definite article
about the disease known as
coordinating
conjunction~vitis
Little owl,
Little owl.

How graceful can you be?
So I went to the forest for me too see.

There, I saw the little owl fly,
as it spread it's wings under the night sky.
This was a poem I wrote during my middle school years :), hope you enjoy!
‘tis a different kind of ache,
a softly broken heart
a fallen apple, bruised;
gently held, and soothed -
then slowly prised apart
Let your failure be seen
your success, be hidden
 Jul 13 Samuel Everson
Nour
(عندما يلقي بي الحلم بعيداً

ولا أعود أدراجي)



ثمة ما يبعث على الحياة في المضي قدماً
بلا التفات
فجلّ ما أريد فيما سيخلق
ما حاجتي بما مات؟
أنظر إليها تارة وتارة أتجنب المرآة
وأتجنب الأسئلة
وأتجنب كل جنب

فهناك ماضٍ يختبئ في جميع الطيّات

لا حاجة لي بكِ
لا حاجة لي بكِ
اتركيني أيتها الذكريات
I like poetry
Because I'm like someone else,
writing about me
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