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Love poems to you

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Love is something different for everyone
You know you feel it, yet you can’t explain
Maybe it’s all the dumb moments of fun
Or finding the one who’ll extinguish your pain
The one who will become your new sun
Who will make everything seem great

This is what I feel when I am with you
All the laughter, night talks, weird discussions
Every little detail has its beauty too

How could someone that was once a stranger
Become the one you want to spend life with
The one who makes it worth living
They never were in your thoughts before
But are now a thought that never leaves you

A sun you were certain will never come
Yet it rose on cloudy skies, sweeping the dark that made you cry
Making all that you’ve been through worth it
Giving you the things you’ve always wanted

A thousand years I could spend with this sun
Amid her presence everything is bright
When I look at her, I go to other realms
As I witness a beauty that forever stuns

The only moments I feel alive
Are those spent by your side
Those that makes me feel in love
And forget about my d*mn pride

I wish you could see what I see
For when I look at you
That sun rises again
While time stands still
The worries fade away
And all I could think about
Is how lucky I am to be with you

If this is love, then I’ve never loved
All those years, I was misleading
If this is life then I’ve never lived
All those years , I was barely surviving.

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Cosmologie de l âme

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Il paraît que tout n’était qu’éphémère,

Et qu’il existait d’autres chemins possibles,

Là où ni la tristesse ni l’enfer

Ne troublaient plus mon souffle sensible.
Dans un lieu où mon âme cherchait l’osmose,

Je respirais des mots qui allégeaient mon corps ;

Un souvenir flou, un parfum de rose,

Une vie sans regrets trop forts.
Puis mon âme s’ouvre et doucement fleurit,

Les mots dans mes poumons apaisent mes peurs ;

Moi qui ignorais que la poésie guérit,

Et délave la rancœur du cœur.
Crayon à la main, regardant le ciel,

Une lumière attractive captait mon attention ;

Vénus m’observe comme un rêve stellaire éternel,

Et cela m’inspire à continuer ma création.
Moi qui n’avais cru en cette vastesse

Et qui ignorais l’existence des planètes,

Me trouvant éblouie par Vénus, la déesse,

Dévorant les papiers en respirant le cœur en comète.
Finalement, j’ai compris que l’âme se libère,

Et que probablement je voyais l’irréel ;

Un regard étrange, lourd comme l’atmosphère,

Avec un cœur qui dérivait, cosmique et immortel.

Un poème de: Molka Ghameri

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