Ghuraba

Ghuraba

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I'm paraphrasing. This all began as something strange, and it shall return to something strange. And so I mitigate my time here by writing vague descriptions of my fallible experiences as if they are of substance. These may be letters to many, or few. Who knows. It is all a little bit strange. May there be peace in your life.
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These poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'm not that kind of a direct person, but there are things that are sometimes, better to kept secret. Here, these poems are what I wanted to say to my friends, to other important people, to people in general, to the world around me, to life and each detail it possesses. Each poem has a central theme, and around that revolves a certain story that I want to impart, something too delicate to be expressed directly, something too complicated. Here, I want to share who I am. That's ... probably all ... that I need to say.

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