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I think my heart’s been beyond broken
by Israeli Zionists’ atrocities.
I want freedom in Palestine,
so there’ll be no more misery.
No highlights for 2023.
In the dead of the night,
I venture the dark alleys and streets,
Broken are the lights,
Each home is a memory of serene deceit,
I see the playground,
Where we as kids used to play,
a bug, stuck in a jar.
in a struggle to escape
it crawls around.
to no avail.
after all it’s so frail.
frail, this bug still climbs.
if someone described me as a broken glass i could agree,
your blue eyes
are like a paradise,
your eyes hit my heart,
you became a light in my dark
moss grows on a log.
it spreads and thrives.
if dry, it dies.
but this moss, never dies.
no matter how hot or dry,
it doesn’t die.
the bile of thoughts
fuels hatred
indifference of action
fuels desire
the empty soul of dashed hopes
still try to walk through mud of life
the roots of doubt are deeply rooted in you
you’re losing touch with real life
I'm a writer,
A poet,
Screaming to the world that I exist,
I'm not a silent relic floating around,
Not some puppet to be fiddled with,
Not a sculptor's grotesque creation,
A portrait without a face,
A ghost without a spirit,
A phantom never feared,
An assassin who leaves no trace,
A song with no music and lyrics,
A form that was never mirrored,
Липка павутина тримає
Кінцівки асоціальної комахи.
Комаха наївно вважає,
Що вона не у фільмі жахів.
Голодний до щастя павук,
Показує яскраве життя -
Newly elected, in more than 20 hours,
- I decided to read the lines of the prompter to everyone,
"Who is to blame?! - Tajik with Zelensky, mass