In my heart there is a heavy tear, like a drop of mercury in mercury clocks.
The one who has your eyes needs no box of paints,
the one who has your tender fingers needs no piano,
Poetry easily flows through my veins when I see your Slavic eyes.
and the one who has your lips knows that silence is bitter and sweet, like medicine.
In my heart there is a heavy tear,
like a church bell waiting for the day of the Easter mass.
And my soul longs for Easter,
and I will rise from the dead, just as lilies
emerge from under the earth beneath the April sun.
Who are you, standing with a charming smile before the mercury clocks?
Are you that thirst which the heavy tear in the heart cannot quench?
mogheer Barghuthy
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 3:47 AM UTC
In my heart there is a heavy tear, like a drop of mercury in mercury clocks.
The one who has your eyes needs no box of paints,
the one who has your tender fingers needs no piano,
Poetry easily flows through my veins when I see your Slavic eyes.
and the one who has your lips knows that silence is bitter and sweet, like medicine.
In my heart there is a heavy tear,
like a church bell waiting for the day of the Easter mass.
And my soul longs for Easter,
and I will rise from the dead, just as lilies
emerge from under the earth beneath the April sun.
Who are you, standing with a charming smile before the mercury clocks?
Are you that thirst which the heavy tear in the heart cannot quench?
mogheer Barghuthy
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