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“ولو أننا نستعير الأيادي كالقبّعات، لكنت استعرتُ يداً من يديك لأكتب أجمل من شجرٍ في ربيع الكلامْ... وأرفعها فوق جرح الثرى والحطامْ... وأسكب حلماً حليباً على شفة الميّتين الصغار، أهزّ سرير المقابرِ من تحت أطفالها كي تنامْ... أمدّ يداً من يديك إلى جهة الورد، إنّي أشمّ الحقيقة لا أقتفيها، وإن الصباح يجمّع أنفاسه في صدور الأكمّ أمدّ يداً كي تصير الأيادي سوراً وتحتفل الأرض بالطيبين... عليهم سلامُ يديك.. عليكِ السلامْ...”

“These days, you might bump into long-time friends, old acquaintances, or just casual acquaintances and schedule a catch-up session, but the disappointing thing is that the conversations are shallow and surface-level. superficial, if you will. Where do you work now? Which neighborhood do you live in? How much money do you make? Are you driving? Oh, really, which make and model? I find it shallow. Few are those who dare ask whether you're happy and how you're faring mentally and spiritually. What's the point of accumulating all the materialism and riches this world has to offer if you’re still unhappy inside? Certainly, I understand that it makes life easier and whatnot. However, I think having genuine and deep conversations goes a long way toward forming better human connections. It’s refreshing.”

“Amor—God of love,imbued with your consort,Psyche and took me to a panoptical world of opinions,and it was in a night of extravagant freedom,where I could not feel it was a dream in a primordial domain.I sensed as if I was with my darling soul,to whom I had aught of secrets to hide to launch a milky thought in the tapestries alike inner self.”

“If you were not so gentle, If you were hard to please, If you were never patient And always ill at ease, If you were far from humble, If you could not forgive, If all you did was grumble And curse the life you live, If you were irreligious, If you were not composed, If you were quite ignoble, If you had not proposed, If you were daft as killdeer, If you were less than kind, If you were proud and pushy, I’d pay you little mind. And never would I ever Call you Valentine. But you are kind and gentle, So patiently at ease. You’re gracious, sweet, and humble. Not ever hard to please. You evince faith and service; They dictate how you live. Good will along with mercy Allow you to forgive. Despite the trials and heartaches, You count your blessings all. Despite the miles between us, Persistently you call. The gestures of affection. The compliments so kind. The selfless acts of service Endear you in my mind. And that, my dear, is why I Call you Valentine.”

“Sonnet of Grammar Grammar, Oh Grammar, Whatever you are, Go away and bother, The intellectual scholar. I ain't no intellectual, Nor am I a scholar, So bother me not, With your snobbish affair. My words come from the soil, My structure is born on the street. I didn't even graduate college, What do I know about literary creed! Time has come for me to put you in place. Be an aid to discourse, not an uptight nutcase!”