had1atallah
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Danger and discomfort Like the love agony of cats Struggles freeze With terror for moments And harmony was silent And pain was command …Moans in the darkness like the moon among the clouds.
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The news came early, and still, they wished they had more.The essence of life seemed tangled with the essence of men, and saints alike.Everyone suddenly felt connected to the news. Images formed, of dreams once considered, of paths long abandoned as impossible.The men looked back in regret.The saints, however, looked forward.They bought new clothes.The Good…
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Metaphysics, you see, brings bitter friends The chorus of saints, prophets and sages break in The mind probes the night When senses go to the place by the side post The place where Love is buried Eyes open in the darkness A touch of a foot on earth Grounded and a brew of questions grow…
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I was lucky that I revised the poison of the scorpion beforehand. Paralysis In a bottle of white powder, I find the answers What time is it? I asked His voice a music of sound and delight Then I sighed inwardly and went to sleep …All the rescues of questioning wrapped in soft piece of…
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God’s love rebounds softly from the side of a golden tray. The tray may grow dark and dangerous. It’s worth the world if you knew Krav Maga. And I was helpless to protect myself. Then the man behind the desk said, “I’m a fool, I know but my offer stands. I still offer a decent…
Hadi Atallah 