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I moaned and sat up suddenly Her eyes wide and her Nostrils flaring for a blood test Sweat formed on her upper lip Where I could see It would be the same deep cleft A consideration to massacre Where streams collected at the tip Lay over this desert country Ahead the stone mountains Looking cool…
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High under a frowning peak, a little spring of thistles sprung out of the rupture of stone. They were fed by the wind, and now and then they thrived completely just like poetry. Poetry is like gasping a little at the size and beauty of life. And when I went out to hold its hand,…
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At last, I handed my worries back to God.And I placed my faith, love, and hope deep within me.Faith, always the foundation of prosperity.Hope, standing still, watching, ready to help when it could,Or to comfort when it could not.And Love, strong enough to conquer the incurable: even hate.For all hatred is, at its root, self-hate.…
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Truth works very quickly,Swiftly peeling back vanity and undoing pride.Surly and at first, it feels like nothing,But my eyes, once cold, and my voice, once hard,Now tremble. Truth is a madness.It threatened to undo me.I tried to hurl it back,To cast it into the sea.But my lips trembled with fear, not defiance. Still, Truth had…
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Setting them down as rich people, I go along to see what kind of joy may develop. They knew my simplicity, goodness and truth. And, since early morning was now over and business was flourishing. I reflected: I had once for a short time been part of a great world. And my whole subsequent life…
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Hadi Atallah 