Antares

I'm a sunflower, in a way 🌻

[antares07]

I dream of you,

black shiny hair,

and warm smile.

You say my name,

but all I hear is

music in the background,

the sun shines golden,

between us the wind blows,

soft when we hold hands.

And I think,

even in my sleep,

I’m lucky,

to have this,

to have you

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I called him the psycho.

Meanwhile, I was admiring his voice while he was evicting me from his heart.

Perhaps I’m not the most rational person in the room after all.

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الرقة أيضًا نوعٌ من الشجاعة.

__ يلينا غورو

شاعرة وكاتبة روسية

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So, if you are too tired to speak,

sit next to me because I, too,

am fluent in silence.

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An old man takes a careful step,
Toward the woman he loved through every season.
In his weathered hands, a simple gift


A morsel offered with quiet devotion.

Their fingers meet before the offering does,
Hands entwined like roots that time could never loosen.
He feeds her softly, as he has a thousand times,
Not from habit, but from a love still growing.

Their eyes find each other,
And the years between them disappear.
No words are spoken,

none are needed
For their hearts have long learned the same language.

In that tender moment,
The world grows silent around them.
Two souls, aged by time yet young in love,
Standing hand in hand beneath eternity’s gaze.

[antares07]

✨Till our next eclipse ✨

Till our next eclipse, my love,

when the moon dares kiss the sun again,

I will keep your name

folded softly between my breaths

like a prayer the night refuses to forget.

The stars may wander,

oceans may unlearn the shore,

and seasons may scatter their petals to the wind,

yet some things are written

deeper than time

you in me,

and me in the quiet ache of missing you.

So if distance becomes our sky,

look upward when the heavens darken.

That rare celestial silence

will be my soul reaching for yours,

shadow meeting light

the way we always do.

Till our next eclipse,

till the universe conspires to bring us close again,

carry my love

like moonlight hidden beneath your skin

always there,

even when it’s unseen.

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اليوم كانت لدي جلسة أخرى مع الطبيب النفسي ..

الذي ساعدني بأن أفترض أنك وهمًا ،

آخر اللقاء ودعني عند الباب

وسألني :

« ماذا ستفعلين الآن ؟ »

قلت :

« لا أعرف دكتور، لكن عليّ أن أذهب إليه الآن! لأخبرهُ أنهُ وهم !

أنا معتادة أن أخبرهُ كل شئ ! »

[antares07]

تَعلّقُت بشمسٍ،

لم تُخلق لِتُشرِقَ لِي!

[antares07]

I wanna kiss you

Hold you

Cuddle you

Let my hands trace every inch of you slowly

Pull you closer till there’s no space left between us

Feel your breath against my skin

Get lost in the warmth of you

In the way you melt into me

In the silence that says everything

And stay there…

Like nothing else in the world matters but us

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غِيَابُكَ يَزيدُنِي حُبًّا،

و تِلكَ مُشكِلتِي..

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أتَظُنُّ أنّ البُعدَ أنساني إيّاكَ؟

حاشى الفؤادَ، وكيفَ القلبُ ينساكَ؟

أمشي، وفي خطوتي شوقٌ يُلاحقني

كأنَّ ظِلّي على الطرقاتِ ذكراكَ

إن غبتَ عن ناظري، فالعينُ تُخبرني

أنَّ المدى كلَّهُ مرآةُ مرآكَ

ما زلتُ أحملُ في الأعماقِ أغنيةً

مكسورةَ اللحنِ… لكنْ أنتَ هُنَاك

فإن رجعتَ، فقلبي الدارُ تعرفهُ

وإن تأخرتَ… فالشوقُ يَرعَاك

[antares07]

عندما نخاف ونحن في أسرّتنا،

تتراجع الجدران خطوة إلى الخلف،

ويبرد السقف الذي كان يحرس أحلامنا.

البيت الذي كان وعدًا بالطمأنينة

يصبح مجرد مساحة صامتة،

لا يطرد القلق

ولا يطفئ ارتجاف القلب.

فالأمان ليس في الأبواب المغلقة،

بل في السكينة التي إن غابت،

سقط آخر امتياز للبيوت.

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I'm a wilting rose. A whisper on the wind.

Once dear, now discarded; once felt, now forgotten.

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When the world has forgotten you,

I will remember everything we've experienced together and tell you about it.

When no one listens to you anymore,

I will come to you and listen, until there's nothing left for you to say.

When your tears fall lonely and silent to the ground,

I will catch your tears and color them, filling them with an enchanting melody.

When you feel trapped,

I will take your hand and walk with you into untouched nature so that you can feel infinitely free.

When darkness envelops you,

I will wrap a colorful blanket around your shoulders that will make you look like a rainbow.

When you're about to give up,

I will lift you up, fill you with courage, and support you until you can move on on your own again.

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أجيدُ حياكة معاطِفَ الطُّمأنينة،

لأنّي أعرف جيّدا،

صقيع القلب.

[antares07]

Slipping

I love what I cannot reach.

Not because it is far,

but because it keeps moving

just as my fingers begin to learn its shape.

It slips from my hands

like wet glass,

like a name I almost say,

like slippers sliding across a polished floor

always ahead of me,

always pretending it was never mine.

I watch it pass through my life

the way light passes through curtains:

close enough to warm me,

never close enough to hold.

Sometimes it looks back at me

from across a moment,

from across a year,

from across the thin space

between what is and what could have been.

I run, not with my feet,

but with my heart.

And my heart is clumsy

it trips over hope,

it reaches too soon,

it believes too hard.

Still, I love it.

This beautiful, disappearing thing.

This almost.

This maybe.

This soft ghost of a future

that keeps slipping forward

every time I whisper its name.

And maybe that is what loving is:

not holding,

not keeping,

but standing there with open hands

while something holy

keeps walking away.

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To have you as the father of my children,

to await your return with hearts alight,

to race, our son and I, into your arms,

to rise each morning to the warmth of your voice,

is the life I dream,

soft and full of love.