Esta era mi poesía
Post Views: 10 By: Ahmed El Sheikh en el diccionario de los recuerdos «En el diccionario de los recuerdos navegaba, buscando una letra que calentase el corazón del frío del…
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Post Views: 10 By: Ahmed El Sheikh en el diccionario de los recuerdos «En el diccionario de los recuerdos navegaba, buscando una letra que calentase el corazón del frío del…
Post Views: 9 By: Ameer Ali Scars are not reminders of weakness; they are lessons written into the skin of the soul. Each one marks a moment when leaving felt…
Post Views: 11 By: Ameer Ali Waiting did not end us, though it tried in quiet ways. It stretched itself into days that felt hollow and nights that carried too…
Post Views: 12 By: Aliaa Fathy Every story has an end. It may be happy, or it may be sad. Some leave beautiful memories, others painful ones. But those who…
Post Views: 10 por: Ahmed Al-Sheikh El sueño coquetea conmigo en las noches nostálgicas, no como un descanso deseado, sino como un amante tímido que se cuela en mi corazón…
Post Views: 13 By: Ameer Ali Waiting teaches patience, but loss teaches depth. Between them, becoming quietly begins. Waiting stretches time, forcing the heart to confront uncertainty without escape. It…
Post Views: 13 By: Aliaa Fathy There was a new morning, but I didn’t see it as if it never came. And there was heavy rain, but I didn’t feel…