My beloved friends&readers My poetry book is finally on the market, you can purchase the book from the links below https://t.co/FxByap4ua4 https://t.co/07wghLHEi6 https://t.co/Hhe2H423tc https://t.co/5lHY7CgnKX https://t.co/qGKu7wIXAm Thanks from the buttom of my heart for all

THE CITY WITHOUT LOVE   Since it is written on my forehead to live in a city Either I will create a city from you Or I will name this city your name Otherwise neither can I tolerate this sullen city Nor will this city could embrace and make room for me READ FULL POEM IN THE VIDEO

THE CITY WITHOUT LOVE   Since it is written on my forehead to live in a city Either I will create a city from you Or I will name this city your name Otherwise neither can I tolerate this sullen city Nor will this city could embrace and make room for me READ FULL POEM IN THE VIDEO

Dear readers, I need to inform you that I'll give a break after I share my last poem tomorrow. I must rest and also focus on my new book which will be a Sci-Fi novel, not a poetry book. If you miss my poetry my books are available on Amazon. Best regards🙏 https://t.co/MBPnTCjR6h

I’m the Euphrates, you the Tigris Two rivers falling from the mountains We descend from summits, roaring down To meet where valleys cradle our fate Hand in hand, together we bind Giving life to the earth we cross At last we fall into the endless sea Lost in the waters of eternity

Don't love me in summer Summer loves are soap bubbles swelling in a breath vanishing in a sigh Don't love me in winter Maybe it is only to warm your cold hands Spring loves are wild like exubarant creeks Yet we've long missed spring Meet me in September, love me in autumn darling

I'm humming a song since morning saying 'come in september' darling Yes, come before trees shed leaves Come while sun still has smiley face & nature is in a sweet melancholy with autumn's calming lullaby Dress all colors of fall Undress the distress of summer Come in september

THE END OF THE DREAM There are poems like Soviet blocks Gray, dull, bare, no balconies, no faces I’ve seen poems with hollow roots No roof, no rhythm, not a trace  I know verses without a tune No music, no soul, no graceful rhyme I’ve read poems, each line was a cry Full poem⤵️

It's time to farewell, friends I'm going to somewhere that the stars are close enough to touch that moon takes a walk in sky you'd catch that trees are instruments, birds are singers and wind is the old orchestra conductor For me, going there is to return back to factory settings

Don't hold me back my beloved ones Let me soar over snowy mountains Nature's calling me for a lush feast Let me ride my horse like a beast Flowers waiting me for blooming Bees, birds hanging around drooling Yet, my escape won't last too long As long as a month, as short as a song

THE END OF THE DREAM There are poems like Soviet blocks Gray, dull, bare, no balconies, no faces I’ve seen poems with hollow roots No roof, no rhythm, not a trace  I know verses without a tune No music, no soul, no graceful rhyme I’ve read poems, each line was a cry Full poem⤵️

Dear readers, I need to inform you that I'll give a break after I share my last poem tomorrow. I must rest and also focus on my new book which will be a Sci-Fi novel, not a poetry book. If you miss my poetry my books are available on Amazon. Best regards🙏 https://t.co/MBPnTCjR6h

Don’t seek time’s pulse just in clocks Its heart beats in many secret forms The heart has a rhythm all its own And stars tick in stranger norms As the heart fades, so does its star And when stars die, darkness grows To hear the universe’s pulse Listen your heart as silence dwells

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The drum of Earth beneath our bare feet No man owns sky, nor claims the land The heartbeat where all spirits meet We walk with grace,no sword in hand We talk with stones, trees&rain A tree is time, a stream is song In ash we see dreams of life again The wind reminds us we belong

Prague wakes in fog again Engines hum but not to move People drift to jobs they never meant to do Kids file in, not to learn just because they must What a strange game we play pretending life each day Only birds are honest They fly because there’s no other way to stay in the air

We shook hands with hate today We left loving for tomorrow We made agreement with longing We left reunion for tomorrow We paid advance to a lie today We made 5 installments to truth We entered war today We delayed peace to tomorrow We winked to hell today We said bye to paradise

I learned from the trees How to reach for the sky How to take root deeply while holding on tightly to the soil and the history How to extend my arms to the future How to love without expectation How to give without anticipation How to offer generously my shade, my fruits 📋⬇️

Dear friends/readers Glad to inform you that my new poetry book "Don't Ask Me For a Red Rose" is available in the market by today. The book consists of 274 pages, 242 poems and 31 aphorisms. You will find a chapter of poems for kids too. The link is below: https://t.co/agPXagF1eF

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I learned from the trees How to reach for the sky How to take root deeply while holding on tightly to the soil and the history How to extend my arms to the future How to love without expectation How to give without anticipation How to offer generously my shade, my fruits 📋⬇️