The Wind Overwhelms Me, The Dusk Overwhelms Me, The Cars, The Lights, The Crowd, The Emptiness, The Dark,
The wind overwhelms me, the dusk overwhelms me, the cars, the lights, the crowd, the emptiness, the dark, the light, everything overwhelms me. The dews on the veins, the mourning birds, the talking grains and the longing trains. Everything aches, everything burns, everything overwhelms. The existence, and the disappearance.
-Ann 🌻
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Touch you, and touch you and feel you, and feel you from far, touch you from far, breathe you from far and bathe in you from far. I cannot get closer, you intimidate me, you scare me, the blazing fire in your eyes petrifies me.
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I call for a new tomorrow,
but hold yesterday's hands tightly,
the grip is powerful,
and the darkness is obscure to most.
I thrive in the sun,
I feel the gentle rhythms.
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Why's everything so heavy?
Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,”
