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Sunset Nov 2020
If the one who tells you that your face becomes more beautiful with tears, isn't a handkerchief seller, be sure he is an insane.

@Sunset
Sunset Nov 2020
However, repetitive questions bother my mind
my heart never stops asking this question
"Where are you now?"
My eyes are always ashamed of
the inability to answer this
someone come and hug my eyes
Tell them, "this is not your fault
He doesn't want to be in your sight"

@ Sunet
Sunset Nov 2020
No matter how much they pulled her hair
No matter how hard they pressed her throat
The curve of her lips never changed
The smile was sewn to the doll's lips!
But the doll was tired
She no longer wanted to have that curve on her lips
She was thinking of protesting
One day when she was tortured
She shouted, " that's enough. I'm in pain"
The curve of her lips was broken
With that broken curve
The doll was no longer attractive to anyone
No one came to her anymore
No one asked her where she was in pain
No one asked her why she wasn't smiling anymore
She owed no explanation to anyone too
The doll got rid of the artificial curve of her smile

@Sunset
Sunset Nov 2020
Warning! Keep out of reach of children

I'm like a child and
You're like a bottle of syrup
You're always out of my reach
Once I'll use others' negligence
I will guzzle you
I want to be poisoned with you

@Sunset
Sunset Nov 2020
Between using a Police car and an Ambulance, we decided to use a police car for our bank robbery project. After stealing the money , we found ourselves among furious protesters who were chanting anti-police slogans. How lucky we were!!

@ Sunset
Just for fun😉
Sunset Nov 2020
Friday

Friday is that lump that is stuck in the throat of a blind old woman , who for years has been waiting for a piece of bone to burst into  tears. The bones of her only son who never returned from the war.
Friday is an eternal sorrow.

@ Sunset on Friday
Sunset Nov 2020
The rejected heart!

Her brain was ceased
But the heart was still beating...
My poem became brain dead
Because your heart was hard like stone.
I've given you the heart of my poem,
Just to witness it be rejected....
Because you weren't the substance of my poems!
Edited by my teacher, Hussein.
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