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Adonis's Lonely and Beautiful Poems

The world made me black and blue, but the wound grew wings.

I caught a glimpse of the deep dawn, I saw the ancient yesterday, I saw everything I couldn't understand, and I felt the universe flowing between you and me. -Between you and me

I give orders to the stars, I park and ask, I make myself the king of the wind. -The King of the Wind

The city is disintegrating, and the earth is a column of dust. Only poetry knows how to marry this sky. desert

Loneliness is a garden, but there is only one tree in it. -Collection of Short Stories

Spring said: even I am lost in every minute I waste. -Leaves in the wind

When my eyes fell into your eyes, I caught a glimpse of the deep dawn, I saw the ancient yesterday, I saw everything I couldn't understand. -"the first poem"

Time in Arabia: Moss grows on a wall called eternity. -Leaves in the wind

I live between clouds and sparks, in a growing stone, in a book that teaches secrets and depravity. One-"depravity"

I want to find the last feather in my blind eyes and write dusty poems against the background of grass and autumn. A song "To Sisyphus"

My memory is really strange: a garden full of all kinds of vegetation just can't see the fruit. -"In Memory of Vague and Clear Things"

Once, I seemed to hear grapes whispering to me: I only ended up drunk. "black realm"

I narrate: Sorrow is also a notebook. -"Singing for Writing"

In order to tell the truth, change your pace and get ready: burn into a tree of fire. -Leaves in the wind

The wind has no clothes and time has no shelter. They have two poor people all over the world. -"My loneliness is a garden"

Dreams will grow up, but in the direction of childhood. -"My loneliness is a garden"

But I still hope: if possible, sit in the shadow of this rose for a while -Dictionary

Even the sun itself can only illuminate and accept bright things. -"The head of the day, leaning on the shoulder of the night"

He said wings, but there were only shackles in his words. -"Light"

I am a unlit lamp room: my anxiety is a spark on the barren hills, and my love is a green beacon. Leaves in the wind

I have one foot in the ashes and one foot on the edge of time. My loneliness is a garden.