Two souls talk between two closed doors.

Their figures are drawn by shadows,

They cannot truly see one another.

Their voices are muffled,

Faint vibrations bounce off the door’s surface,

Each message distorted and unclear.

The closed doors create a gap through distance,

No one can fully see the other,

The connection remains blurred, unrealized.

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A Trilogy of Poems about a Sunflower

Sprout

Born as Helianthus annuus,
the little sprout grows, chasing after the light,
filling life in a nameless void.

It is Heliotropism,
a gentle motion that wanders,
swaying within the light,

Soon, its wanderings cause it to bloom,
It embraces life in joyful brilliance.

Bloom

It blooms
in the mystery of Fibonacci’s formula,
granti...

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Step by step, I softly tread my way,
Upon this path, the sun casts a gentle ray,
Tracing my silhouette in a joyful way,
Its warmth embracing, as if to say:
"Good luck."

In rhythm with my steps,
A harmony blooms in the air,
A chorus of birds unveils a melody,
Its name, a song of "Falling in Love."

A flash of crimson dances, sparking the scene,
Drawing me close to sip its fragrance,
I...

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These children have shining eyes yet sharp,

A strength carved deep upon each face.

They are not princes or princesses from a fairy tale;

They are real, present on the earth of Gaza, full of pain and trials.

Their story is recorded without the embellishment of fantasy,

Sending a message to awaken the human conscience,

Which has dulled under the glitter of a fleeting world.

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Gaza is forced onto a boundless stage,

A spectacle of endless conflict,

In a world where roles are chosen by power

Trump says, "Welcome to the show!" 

He knows his role, he knows his lines, 

Staging a political performance beneath the guise of humanity

Upon the stage owned by the United Nations, 

They send hollow promises to Gaza, 

Leaving them choking in the ...

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I am a soul 

The beauty of the form you see in me is glitter 

Even the title that clings to me is part of the glitter 

I layer it piece by piece

Shaping myself into what you see 

That is the temporary me

I am a soul,

That you cannot truly know my true form

There may be times when I fall short of your hopes

I am not entirely good,

Yet that doesn’t mean I am ev...

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What does life really mean?

I see people willing to ride or die for money and positions,

And some just live their life till they get old,

And some just live their life in pursuit of the hereafter.

Then, what does life really mean?

I hold belief in the heaven and hell.

But, what does life really mean?

If life is about money, 

Then, how much wealth is enough to buy...

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In my childhood, the night was always a scary thing, 

Its silence seeped into my soul, 

Its darkness created many shadows, 

I saw ghosts mocking me. 

Its reflections crept into my closed eyes. 

It felt like there was no place to hide. 

My little self was too afraid of being caught by them. 

Yet, with you by my side, I felt safe. 

You became a strong fortress ag...

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Have you seen the moon shining gently tonight?

Do you like the shadows it paints?

The moon shines upon me, 

As my feet touch the earth in this peaceful corner 

I can feel the softness of its light

I can see my shadow dancing with joy on the ground

The moonlight in this place 

Creates a painting of happiness 

Amidst the silence of life

I like this 

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A call rushed at me, "Just walk."
Yet, something holds me back.

I’m not sure what it is.
It feels heavy.
I can’t tell its exact weight,
But I know for certain it's heavier than my body,
For my body surely cannot move.

It feels as though I'm tied up,
So much so that I can't even wave my hand,
Just to give a sign for help.

I’m not sure what it is.
Or perhaps, it's a bruise that has ...

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Hush hush

She started it,

With her forefinger placed as a guard in front of her lips.

She forbids my laughter from unraveling,

Commanding me to remain focused.

She tells me about ghosts,

She wants to catch one,

Hoping to have a friend among them.

Hush hush

She starts to speak again,

Still with her forefinger guarding her lips

A sign to forbid me from laughing

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The little boy has cloudy eyes, yet no tears ever fall. 

The little boy often hides his voice behind a faint smile. 

The little boy grew into an adventurer, 

Singing along with the howling storm, 

Fighting the thunder that echoed across the sky, 

Confronting the sun that burned the horizon. 

The little boy has bones of steel. 

The little boy could be anything those...

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Dear Mom... 

Every morning, the warm scent of rice from the cooker stirs me awake, 

The rhythmic echo of your footsteps, back and forth,

Followed by the sound of boiling water pouring over coffee in a cup,

Truly, it becomes a harmony I always long for, 

And, a melody I always wish to hear,

It is etched clearly in my mind.

Dear Mom... 

Your voice through the phone...

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I sit on the waiting seat on the station

Not alone

Many friends are waiting as well

We share the same destination

Not long after, the train arrives

I look at my ticket,

"Ah, not my train," I say

Some friends board

They wave their hands

We exchange smiles

I'm left with the unfinished puzzle in my hand

Not long after, another train arrives

I look at my t...

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I am nobody

When my career is gone

I am nobody

When my money is gone

I am nobody

When my name is gone

I am nobody

When my body is gone

I am nobody!

I am no body?!

I am a nobody who puts some glitter on

I am a no body who I call Myself

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I am the Old Man 

My age? 

Ah, does that still matter? 

My title is called decrepit, or so they say

A title that wraps around my wrinkles 

A title that wraps around my blurred eyes 

A title that wraps around my dimming ears

Some say I have no strength, 

but isn’t my age my strength? 

Some say I have no power, 

but isn’t my age my power? 

Ah, does that sti...

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The cooing of the dove grows fierce
Upon hearing that its land is no longer safe
Many have died without a trace
Many hearts have turned to ashes

The wind speaks to the dove,
"Do you not know, there is something that can wound without a cut?"
"Do you not know, there is something that can set hearts ablaze?"
"It has no form, yet it feels sharp.”
"It has no form, yet hearts struck by it fee...

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