Tranquility and The Unknown

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It seems like unstableness is a bless, or rather a mysterious darkly bright perspective of life. Of us! “Just in between” the shades the universe offers, the very shades everyone sees. It’s impossible to judge us, ’cause for us, the very ones who know themselves the most, we’re always wondering. Others should have the toughest of times trying to figure us out, and eventually categorize us.

Sophy’s Lullaby

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O dear Owls, O dear my. Knights of the darkness, and guardians of the misty nights. Masters of wisdom, and symbols of the whisper flight. Guide a lost seeker through the hollows, and stop a rambling dice. Lead him through the path to the Fountain of Memories, the fountain in which infinity lies. May you abandon him not. May his visions do always rise. Let darkness define the light, let the unfathomable reside along his sight. Those nights are cold, too indeed nearby. As the dawn should fold, the visionaries must be nigh.

نجوى عينيكِ

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قولي للزّمانِ و البعدِ سيّانا ،، إنّ للعشّاقِ وعدٌ و أشواقُ

للبيْنِ لي جلدٌ كالشّمعِ تبيانَا ،، فالضيُّ ليسَ يُنبيهِ إحراقُ

قطُّ ما رُمتُ الودَّ للدّهرِ نِسيانَا ،، و الليل ذا جنَّ و الحلمُ إشراقُ

لا ترى عينيَّ غيرَ عينيكِ خلاّنا ،، و العهدُ ذا للعمرِ غُصنٌ و أوراقُ

غِبتِ و انساقت بيَ السُنونُ حيرانَا ،، و التيهُ ذا كمدُ العيشِ غسّاقُ

و لكن عهدنا الزمان خَوناً و خذلانا ،، و ما للمخذولِ حَولٌ و أطواقُ

بلحْظِ عينيكِ قد أُرديتُ هَيمانا ،، عَليلٌ أنا و سِحرُ عَينيكِ ترياقُ

أراد الدهرُ فُرقَتَنا؛ ظلماً و عُدوانا ،، و لكن أرواحُنا قرنٌ و إحداقُ