Etching Tales

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I shall find you in these words, in these tales and in the minuscule nuances of the universe.

Scars

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Do not show me your tempting perfections. Show me your scars.

Words

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Because when I am gone, all I shall ever leave behind are these words for you.

The Warrior

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Be brave, my little stardust.

Brave and Bold Beauty

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I stopped conforming to your definitions of beauty when I realized that your vision was too puny and insignificant to see the beauty I beheld. This little poem is dedicated to every woman who has felt small, insignificant, unwanted, undesirable or anything less than the goddess she is at any point of her life because she tried to fit into another’s perception of beauty. Darling, listen to me: You are a breathtaking goddess and you do not have to fit into any small enclosure to shape yourself into definitions. So, love yourself. Celebrate yourself.

The Lost Souls of a Syrian Hell

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All these days, I have written about the heart. But when I looked out to find some peace for myself, all I found was hate, blood and death. This poem is dedicated to all the beautiful souls who lost their lives for the hatred of some cruel men who wreck the world. I never knew you, but my soul, my very existence, bleeds with you. I bleed in words as an eulogy as this world burns herself in hate. And all I wish is for love to finally prevail.