Your heart thumps —
as if she were already
at your door.

Or — as if expecting her —
all the birds in the midday sky
arrive to clamour at your window.


An age of patience.
A forest of fluttering.

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amazing! thanks for your website. this is really beautiful

Shariqha farha

This is really beautiful. A breathless tis happen when our heart beat stops .This all happen by God, sowe should want thank God and the poet who wrote this                                                               


This is really beautiful


The value of poetic precision is so much more worth than a human life. Cause tell me exactly how much is a human life worth when an oriental poem which contains an invisible truth, a life key or simply a a comprehensible achievement never get its attention? Its priceless, but unintelligible. 

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