مثل الاشتعال
٣١ يوليو ٢٠١٥
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دمعة صغيرة
تسقط من السماء
تصل غضون
.
يحدث تغيير
في المشهد المجمد
يقرع الجرس
.
مثل الاشتعال
فتبدأ العاصفة
من أكبر ظلام
مثل الإشتعال
Month: July 2015
Dying within me / Mourant en mon être
Dying within me
31 July 2015
Butterfly flutters
Its wings not of season’s taste
Find themselves stripped off
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The clockwork whirred on
Prototype adjustments set
Prolonging still life
.
The flame rekindled
Withstood only mid-season
Dying within me
.
Ashes stirred ablaze
Reborn out of nothingness
Seethed eternal life
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Mourant en mon être
31 juillet 2015
Papillon s’agite
Ses ailes de saison d’hier
Se trouvent déchiquetées
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La mécanique tourne
Rajusté le prototype
Prolongeant vie morte
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Le feu ranimé
Dura seulement mi-saison
Mourant en mon être
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Cendres vivifiées
Rejaillissant du néant
Gorgées d’éternel
Breaking the dark waves
Breaking the dark waves
30 July 2015
Tears glistened in skies
As silver moon slowly wept
The loss of its light
Goodbye passages
Walks in realms of nevermore
Lead to new morrows
Your face in my soul
Sings dark haunting melodies
That spell twists of fate
Palpable, headstrong
Electricity of you
Shivers through my frame
Inky they roll on
Like the ebb and flow of life
Ensnared I flutter
A light in the night
Shines through the sadness of loss
Breaking the dark waves
Fondersi in te
Fondersi in te
29 luglio 2015
Stessi, opposti
Linee parallele
Non toccarsi mai
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Mano che tocca
Squisita e sottile
Sensualità
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Bocca che cerca
Senso oltre il vuoto
Spazio tra di noi
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Corpo acceso
Fiamma in cuore sale
Con prossimità
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Fondersi in te
Che tratti distintivi
Siano uno
Burn it in the cold
Burn it in the cold
28 July 2015
The night died today
Wasted in rise of morning
As the raven sighs
Grass scorched in the sun
Breathes off night’s delicate touch
As it lights and churns
The nightingales weep
For pallor of their slight wings
Shine not through morrows
Take this wheezing chest
And while it shivers and throbs
Burn it in the cold
Angels don’t walk Earth
Angels don’t walk Earth
28 July 2015
Evening expands
Its mantle shade for all souls
Some darkness, some light
The moon rises slow
In inky horizon stares
At my downcast face
A flutter nearby
Responding to twist in chest
Angels don’t walk Earth
Skies dark split open
Gathering essence of me
As it gushes forth
Night sleeps in my heart
That beats so slight to wane tunes
Ice cold and withered
The blurred lines of me
The blurred lines of me
27 July 2015
A glorious sun
Wakes to another day’s warmth
As eyes witness light
Noon fits my footsteps
With precise specks of shadow
That spell tales of none
Afternoon splits me
Crooked body speaks of tear
Between the two realms
Night brings its unrest
As shadows cover the Earth
Hooded beings walk
A gnawing fear pulls
At the strings of crimson dome
Morrows may not rise
It seems time has come
As I watch them slowly fade
The blurred lines of me
The moon stills my heart
From the pain of departure
I will set out firm
Where evil and good didn’t roam
Where evil and good didn’t roam
26 July 2015
Grey matter now pearled
Linking every cell to cell
In human bondage
Colours all faded
Into less significance
As light dulled in eyes
Senses to the peak
Feeling the way to silence
Without drawn within
Mind created void
Where evil and good didn’t roam
And stillness flew free
Tolerance
Tolerance
24 July 2015
Shoulder to shoulder
Neither shirking nor hugging
Sharing common ground
Acceptance
Acceptance
24 July 2015
Loose within the waves
Following the stream of life
As it ebbs and flows
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