poetry
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The endless searches after profound knowledge comes at last the big gate. The singing of birds and splashing water and the sweeping Love whispering to you, “bury me alive.” It is then that you know the darkest of lights is by your side. …It told her things she knew already.
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I should have sold my feelings alone and passed on the devil. Perhaps I can still sell them and buy peace for a full moon and a revolution. …the priest then looked at his aged patient.
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In the firelight Her lips and her eyes Were alive With her fear She let one man Step out of the Regular thought And pattern “…I know.” he said. “I have heard our Father tell of it.”
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From under the short skirt, we see a line. An idea glowing there. From now on we will have new clothes. …She could her the wind calling to her.
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Life either kills you and takes away your rifle or gives you the only the chance in the world. …And then he was gone.
Hadi Atallah 