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Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
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“I can’t tell if the flame
inside me
is a sin or a virtue.
Am I closer to holy
for ignoring and abandoning
the lustful desires of my body?
Or am I stepping
into the flames of the eternal fire
for not indulging,
for not satisfying,
for not wanting
all joys of the earthly pleasures?”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
inside me
is a sin or a virtue.
Am I closer to holy
for ignoring and abandoning
the lustful desires of my body?
Or am I stepping
into the flames of the eternal fire
for not indulging,
for not satisfying,
for not wanting
all joys of the earthly pleasures?”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“Drop by a drop of rain will bring a deluge,
unless the dry summer sky
is suppressing the clouds.
But love…
If given little by little,
nobody can feed off its crumbs.
Only a woman who loves thinks a little is enough,
for the one who is precious to her heart,
her eyes cannot see.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
unless the dry summer sky
is suppressing the clouds.
But love…
If given little by little,
nobody can feed off its crumbs.
Only a woman who loves thinks a little is enough,
for the one who is precious to her heart,
her eyes cannot see.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“The dreams are escape for
the fearful and sensitive hearts
who wanted to seize the day
and catch the butterfly
without killing it between the palms.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
the fearful and sensitive hearts
who wanted to seize the day
and catch the butterfly
without killing it between the palms.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“If I could imagine
a snug place to sleep in,
it wouldn’t be
a bed of feathers,
but the nook between
your shoulder and chest
where my head perfectly fits.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
a snug place to sleep in,
it wouldn’t be
a bed of feathers,
but the nook between
your shoulder and chest
where my head perfectly fits.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
“You might asked why I loved you.
For the same reason a child loves balloons;
unaware of how hollow they are,
thinking they would last forever.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
For the same reason a child loves balloons;
unaware of how hollow they are,
thinking they would last forever.”
― Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry
