البِنْصر

ليتها تشتاقُ بعض الشوقِ
          يا وّيحَ الأماني..

أحقاً فؤادكِ ذاق الهوى؟ 
          وداعبه الحب بعد السنين؟

«The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you. I was still missing, in many ways. And I wasn't sure I wanted to be found»

ماعندك حساب انستا نريد نتابعك 

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
          Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
          Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
          And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
          Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
          And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
          And every fair from fair sometime declines,
          By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
          But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
          Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
          Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
          When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
              So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
              So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 
          
          
          Sonnet 18
          By : William Shakespeare. 
          He wrote this poem for his beloved (a man) 
          By the way .. Shakespeare was bisexual

"And the wounds of the free light up his heart
          Groowing it to be more intuitive"

مصفوفةٌ حقائبي على رفوف الذاكرة
          والسَّفرُ الطويلْ
          يبدأ دون أن تسير القاطرة! 
          رسائلي للشمسْ.. 
          تعود دون أن تمسّ! 
          رسائلي للأرض.. 
          تُردّ دون أن تُفَضّ! 

لا حس ولا خبر وين مختفي 

كلّما ضمّك حضن الليل في صمت وحزن
          ومضى قلبك حيران الهوى يسأل عني.. 
          أرهف السمع، تجد روحي مجروح النداء. 
          ضارعاً في ألمٍ:

نسيت معاك كل الهموم ... وقولت ليا ياريت يدوم