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I love blue, blue makes me wonder

How beautiful it was to hold you in my arms 

With wide embracing affection

I love blue, blue makes me smile

it gives me an utter desire to sit down on the grass in soundless silence

Under the dreary sky and wrap my hands around you softly 

You wound me, didn’t you ?

I stray in thoughts, my frozen hopes and most tantalizing desires

And you remind me of the beauty of  sunflowers 

You are poetry

Oh, how i love blue

It reminds me of you

And how my spirit flew in feathers, when i was with you

« Is it not sweet to die? » You used to say

You are poetry

That stabs me

Deeply, senselessly, mercilessly

I love blue, it reminds me of you

You are a song

That echoes cheerfully in my heart

Tell me why is your soul withering?

Day after day

Slowly fading away

My sweet bluebell

Flowers yield no sweet perfume, under that shady tree

Where we used to meet

And feel our hearts beating each to each

My blue, i will always remember you

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« what are you so afraid of losing when nothing in this world belongs to you. »

I think of this quote way often, way more than i should.
Every time the sunset is too beautiful, the trees cast the shadows on the streets, and i catch myself missing old versions of me, of how everything used to be .. every time a train passes by and i just stand there, standing still in a world that’s constantly moving forward.

Every time i raise my eyes to the vast deep blue sky and the stars are flickering with light, a passionate light, showering the world with their magic. Every time the moon is following me down a long heavy road from home to home — a feeling I’ll never get used to. Every time i catch a bird doing its little dance in the misty rain and it all feels a bit too good to be true .. every time a familiar face passes next to me on a road busy with people, with life.

Every time i feel safe, scared, hopeful .. every time i feel, i am reminded of how « nothing in this world belongs to me, and i belong to everything. » Of how i have nothing to lose yet everything to experience .. what a wonderful gift it is that none of this grief i carry between the palms of my hands belongs to me, none of this beauty around me belongs to me. I get to live through it all. I get to experience it all.

Written by: Hadil Khalili

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