Poetic Birds
@poeticbirds.bsky.social
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I'm non racist universal an Arab poet from Lebanon 🇱🇧
My principles Love Peace No Racism Justice Equality Humanity Prosperity Happiness for all of us together in all of the world
I'm non racist universal an Arab poet from Lebanon 🇱🇧
My principles Love Peace No Racism Justice Equality Humanity Prosperity Happiness for all of us together in all of the world
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Poetic Birds
@poeticbirds.bsky.social
· Jun 29
#fadybouaz
Post: My Story of Discrimination and Account Deletion
I am an Arab writer and poet, and I have faced immense injustice when my accounts on Facebook, Instagram, and WhatsApp were deleted without prior warning. My poems were removed, and I was banned from using these platforms, even prev
Post: My Story of Discrimination and Account Deletion
I am an Arab writer and poet, and I have faced immense injustice when my accounts on Facebook, Instagram, and WhatsApp were deleted without prior warning. My poems were removed, and I was banned from using these platforms, even prev
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My handwriting with one of my fountain pens.
A post dedicated to my wife.
A post dedicated to my wife.
November 27, 2025 at 8:13 PM
My handwriting with one of my fountain pens.
A post dedicated to my wife.
A post dedicated to my wife.
#fadybouaz
The Circle of Existence
In the cold land of winter,
A seed of a new spring is buried,
To be born from the womb of the deadly cold.
Just as a seed of a new life is buried,
In the dark embraces of death,
To be born from its cold womb.
Winter is not the end of the seasons,
But an announc
The Circle of Existence
In the cold land of winter,
A seed of a new spring is buried,
To be born from the womb of the deadly cold.
Just as a seed of a new life is buried,
In the dark embraces of death,
To be born from its cold womb.
Winter is not the end of the seasons,
But an announc
November 27, 2025 at 11:17 PM
#fadybouaz
The Circle of Existence
In the cold land of winter,
A seed of a new spring is buried,
To be born from the womb of the deadly cold.
Just as a seed of a new life is buried,
In the dark embraces of death,
To be born from its cold womb.
Winter is not the end of the seasons,
But an announc
The Circle of Existence
In the cold land of winter,
A seed of a new spring is buried,
To be born from the womb of the deadly cold.
Just as a seed of a new life is buried,
In the dark embraces of death,
To be born from its cold womb.
Winter is not the end of the seasons,
But an announc
#fadybouaz
Winter's Night
How long and cold is the winter's night,
For one who lives alone,
Without a beloved
To embrace him with her warmth,
And melt the frost of his heart with the light of her eyes,
And pour into his soul a light that dispels the darkness of absence.
The snow falls like shatt
Winter's Night
How long and cold is the winter's night,
For one who lives alone,
Without a beloved
To embrace him with her warmth,
And melt the frost of his heart with the light of her eyes,
And pour into his soul a light that dispels the darkness of absence.
The snow falls like shatt
November 27, 2025 at 6:48 PM
#fadybouaz
Winter's Night
How long and cold is the winter's night,
For one who lives alone,
Without a beloved
To embrace him with her warmth,
And melt the frost of his heart with the light of her eyes,
And pour into his soul a light that dispels the darkness of absence.
The snow falls like shatt
Winter's Night
How long and cold is the winter's night,
For one who lives alone,
Without a beloved
To embrace him with her warmth,
And melt the frost of his heart with the light of her eyes,
And pour into his soul a light that dispels the darkness of absence.
The snow falls like shatt
#fadybouaz
Despite Its Harshness
Winter descends like a mysterious guest,
knocking on the doors of hearts before windows,
leaving its cold breath on the glass,
as if writing silent letters no one reads.
In the streets,
footsteps fall like wet leaves,
and the night grows longer than tales,
guarde
Despite Its Harshness
Winter descends like a mysterious guest,
knocking on the doors of hearts before windows,
leaving its cold breath on the glass,
as if writing silent letters no one reads.
In the streets,
footsteps fall like wet leaves,
and the night grows longer than tales,
guarde
November 26, 2025 at 10:46 PM
#fadybouaz
Despite Its Harshness
Winter descends like a mysterious guest,
knocking on the doors of hearts before windows,
leaving its cold breath on the glass,
as if writing silent letters no one reads.
In the streets,
footsteps fall like wet leaves,
and the night grows longer than tales,
guarde
Despite Its Harshness
Winter descends like a mysterious guest,
knocking on the doors of hearts before windows,
leaving its cold breath on the glass,
as if writing silent letters no one reads.
In the streets,
footsteps fall like wet leaves,
and the night grows longer than tales,
guarde
#fadybouaz
Winter
Winter arrives as an unwelcome visitor,
Leaving its mark on the warmth of life,
And clothing us in its cold breaths.
As if it sends us mysterious messages,
Written in the ink of clouds,
And sealed with the stamp of the winds,
The reign of winter has begun.
Messages that cann
Winter
Winter arrives as an unwelcome visitor,
Leaving its mark on the warmth of life,
And clothing us in its cold breaths.
As if it sends us mysterious messages,
Written in the ink of clouds,
And sealed with the stamp of the winds,
The reign of winter has begun.
Messages that cann
November 26, 2025 at 4:46 PM
#fadybouaz
Winter
Winter arrives as an unwelcome visitor,
Leaving its mark on the warmth of life,
And clothing us in its cold breaths.
As if it sends us mysterious messages,
Written in the ink of clouds,
And sealed with the stamp of the winds,
The reign of winter has begun.
Messages that cann
Winter
Winter arrives as an unwelcome visitor,
Leaving its mark on the warmth of life,
And clothing us in its cold breaths.
As if it sends us mysterious messages,
Written in the ink of clouds,
And sealed with the stamp of the winds,
The reign of winter has begun.
Messages that cann
#fadybouaz
When The Night Stays Awake
When the night stays awake at my window,
I listen to the breath of the stars,
And write what the day didn't say,
As if I'm recalling the face of an absent beloved,
And planting tears of longing in the paper
I travel in an endless yearning,
Searching for her
When The Night Stays Awake
When the night stays awake at my window,
I listen to the breath of the stars,
And write what the day didn't say,
As if I'm recalling the face of an absent beloved,
And planting tears of longing in the paper
I travel in an endless yearning,
Searching for her
November 26, 2025 at 7:47 AM
#fadybouaz
When The Night Stays Awake
When the night stays awake at my window,
I listen to the breath of the stars,
And write what the day didn't say,
As if I'm recalling the face of an absent beloved,
And planting tears of longing in the paper
I travel in an endless yearning,
Searching for her
When The Night Stays Awake
When the night stays awake at my window,
I listen to the breath of the stars,
And write what the day didn't say,
As if I'm recalling the face of an absent beloved,
And planting tears of longing in the paper
I travel in an endless yearning,
Searching for her
#fadybouaz
Being and Becoming
Being is what moves Becoming,
without interruption or cessation,
it is the hidden pulse in the heart of existence,
and the secret that awakens creatures,
to proceed in an eternal continuum, and a movement that follows like waves,
without interruption or cessation.
B
Being and Becoming
Being is what moves Becoming,
without interruption or cessation,
it is the hidden pulse in the heart of existence,
and the secret that awakens creatures,
to proceed in an eternal continuum, and a movement that follows like waves,
without interruption or cessation.
B
November 25, 2025 at 4:58 PM
#fadybouaz
Being and Becoming
Being is what moves Becoming,
without interruption or cessation,
it is the hidden pulse in the heart of existence,
and the secret that awakens creatures,
to proceed in an eternal continuum, and a movement that follows like waves,
without interruption or cessation.
B
Being and Becoming
Being is what moves Becoming,
without interruption or cessation,
it is the hidden pulse in the heart of existence,
and the secret that awakens creatures,
to proceed in an eternal continuum, and a movement that follows like waves,
without interruption or cessation.
B
#fadybouaz
A Dialogue Between Arrogance and Humility
Arrogance (The voice of the dark cave):
I am the master who dictates the saying to you,
I am the certainty that makes you independent of your ignorance.
I am your shadow, I am the echo of your false soul,
So you will not escape me; I am your et
A Dialogue Between Arrogance and Humility
Arrogance (The voice of the dark cave):
I am the master who dictates the saying to you,
I am the certainty that makes you independent of your ignorance.
I am your shadow, I am the echo of your false soul,
So you will not escape me; I am your et
November 24, 2025 at 5:33 PM
#fadybouaz
A Dialogue Between Arrogance and Humility
Arrogance (The voice of the dark cave):
I am the master who dictates the saying to you,
I am the certainty that makes you independent of your ignorance.
I am your shadow, I am the echo of your false soul,
So you will not escape me; I am your et
A Dialogue Between Arrogance and Humility
Arrogance (The voice of the dark cave):
I am the master who dictates the saying to you,
I am the certainty that makes you independent of your ignorance.
I am your shadow, I am the echo of your false soul,
So you will not escape me; I am your et
#fadybouaz
I Write from the Bed
In the night's embrace, when speech falls silent,
And pain awakens in the marrow of days,
I stretch out my trembling hand,
And write what cannot be said.
I carve onto paper my heart's lament,
And plant in the lines seeds of hope,
As if each letter is a plank of sa
I Write from the Bed
In the night's embrace, when speech falls silent,
And pain awakens in the marrow of days,
I stretch out my trembling hand,
And write what cannot be said.
I carve onto paper my heart's lament,
And plant in the lines seeds of hope,
As if each letter is a plank of sa
November 23, 2025 at 8:09 PM
#fadybouaz
I Write from the Bed
In the night's embrace, when speech falls silent,
And pain awakens in the marrow of days,
I stretch out my trembling hand,
And write what cannot be said.
I carve onto paper my heart's lament,
And plant in the lines seeds of hope,
As if each letter is a plank of sa
I Write from the Bed
In the night's embrace, when speech falls silent,
And pain awakens in the marrow of days,
I stretch out my trembling hand,
And write what cannot be said.
I carve onto paper my heart's lament,
And plant in the lines seeds of hope,
As if each letter is a plank of sa
#fadybouaz
The Plank of Salvation
I started pondering peace of mind:
We all doubt God's wisdom,
We say in anger:
"Why is this happening?"
"And why don't we always get what we want?"
But we, very unfortunately, forget
That the life of this world is a test,
We must pass it
To win eternal happiness
The Plank of Salvation
I started pondering peace of mind:
We all doubt God's wisdom,
We say in anger:
"Why is this happening?"
"And why don't we always get what we want?"
But we, very unfortunately, forget
That the life of this world is a test,
We must pass it
To win eternal happiness
November 23, 2025 at 11:08 AM
#fadybouaz
The Plank of Salvation
I started pondering peace of mind:
We all doubt God's wisdom,
We say in anger:
"Why is this happening?"
"And why don't we always get what we want?"
But we, very unfortunately, forget
That the life of this world is a test,
We must pass it
To win eternal happiness
The Plank of Salvation
I started pondering peace of mind:
We all doubt God's wisdom,
We say in anger:
"Why is this happening?"
"And why don't we always get what we want?"
But we, very unfortunately, forget
That the life of this world is a test,
We must pass it
To win eternal happiness
#fadybouaz
A Dialogue with Pain
Pain said: I am your shadow, I am the echo of your soul,
You will not escape me, for I am your eternal companion.
The poet answered it:
You are not the truth, but an illusion of attachment,
You are a fire fueled by desire,
And can be extinguished when the fuel is
A Dialogue with Pain
Pain said: I am your shadow, I am the echo of your soul,
You will not escape me, for I am your eternal companion.
The poet answered it:
You are not the truth, but an illusion of attachment,
You are a fire fueled by desire,
And can be extinguished when the fuel is
November 23, 2025 at 11:06 AM
#fadybouaz
A Dialogue with Pain
Pain said: I am your shadow, I am the echo of your soul,
You will not escape me, for I am your eternal companion.
The poet answered it:
You are not the truth, but an illusion of attachment,
You are a fire fueled by desire,
And can be extinguished when the fuel is
A Dialogue with Pain
Pain said: I am your shadow, I am the echo of your soul,
You will not escape me, for I am your eternal companion.
The poet answered it:
You are not the truth, but an illusion of attachment,
You are a fire fueled by desire,
And can be extinguished when the fuel is
#fadybouaz
Pain is a Path to Light
I believe that pain is another path to the enlightenment stage,
It may be filled with the thorns of torment and misery,
But we must walk this path,
Instead of viewing it as a source of distress and unhappiness.
Perhaps the path of pain is meant for contemplati
Pain is a Path to Light
I believe that pain is another path to the enlightenment stage,
It may be filled with the thorns of torment and misery,
But we must walk this path,
Instead of viewing it as a source of distress and unhappiness.
Perhaps the path of pain is meant for contemplati
November 22, 2025 at 2:56 PM
#fadybouaz
Pain is a Path to Light
I believe that pain is another path to the enlightenment stage,
It may be filled with the thorns of torment and misery,
But we must walk this path,
Instead of viewing it as a source of distress and unhappiness.
Perhaps the path of pain is meant for contemplati
Pain is a Path to Light
I believe that pain is another path to the enlightenment stage,
It may be filled with the thorns of torment and misery,
But we must walk this path,
Instead of viewing it as a source of distress and unhappiness.
Perhaps the path of pain is meant for contemplati
#fadybouaz
Because We Fear
Have you ever thought
Of going into
The depths of darkness,
To see what truth
Is hidden there?
If you go,
You will see
Small, distant lamps,
Scattered everywhere,
Constantly spreading their light
To illuminate our path,
So we may know
That in the darkness
The light h
Because We Fear
Have you ever thought
Of going into
The depths of darkness,
To see what truth
Is hidden there?
If you go,
You will see
Small, distant lamps,
Scattered everywhere,
Constantly spreading their light
To illuminate our path,
So we may know
That in the darkness
The light h
November 21, 2025 at 9:51 PM
#fadybouaz
Because We Fear
Have you ever thought
Of going into
The depths of darkness,
To see what truth
Is hidden there?
If you go,
You will see
Small, distant lamps,
Scattered everywhere,
Constantly spreading their light
To illuminate our path,
So we may know
That in the darkness
The light h
Because We Fear
Have you ever thought
Of going into
The depths of darkness,
To see what truth
Is hidden there?
If you go,
You will see
Small, distant lamps,
Scattered everywhere,
Constantly spreading their light
To illuminate our path,
So we may know
That in the darkness
The light h
#fadybouaz
Shy Attempts
In the silence of reality, mirrors shatter,
And existence remains a question suspended between sky and earth.
Being is neither body nor shadow,
It is the shiver of the soul when it realizes it is present,
And that it walks a path that never ends.
As for words, they are
Shy Attempts
In the silence of reality, mirrors shatter,
And existence remains a question suspended between sky and earth.
Being is neither body nor shadow,
It is the shiver of the soul when it realizes it is present,
And that it walks a path that never ends.
As for words, they are
November 21, 2025 at 4:25 PM
#fadybouaz
Shy Attempts
In the silence of reality, mirrors shatter,
And existence remains a question suspended between sky and earth.
Being is neither body nor shadow,
It is the shiver of the soul when it realizes it is present,
And that it walks a path that never ends.
As for words, they are
Shy Attempts
In the silence of reality, mirrors shatter,
And existence remains a question suspended between sky and earth.
Being is neither body nor shadow,
It is the shiver of the soul when it realizes it is present,
And that it walks a path that never ends.
As for words, they are
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November 21, 2025 at 10:30 AM
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11月21日(き〜ん)は〜れ☀️
((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))おはおっは😊
本日も宜しくお願いします🙇♀️
今朝もかなり寒いです🥶
自転車通勤なので手袋常備です😊
さて今日はお仕事フル稼働ですのでお昼は低浮上です🙇♀️
皆さんもあったかくして体調に気を付けてください🙇♀️
それでは素敵な１日をお過ごし下さい🍀🍀🍀
#いいねいただけると嬉しいです
#AIイラスト
((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))おはおっは😊
本日も宜しくお願いします🙇♀️
今朝もかなり寒いです🥶
自転車通勤なので手袋常備です😊
さて今日はお仕事フル稼働ですのでお昼は低浮上です🙇♀️
皆さんもあったかくして体調に気を付けてください🙇♀️
それでは素敵な１日をお過ごし下さい🍀🍀🍀
#いいねいただけると嬉しいです
#AIイラスト
November 20, 2025 at 10:22 PM
11月21日(き〜ん)は〜れ☀️
((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))おはおっは😊
本日も宜しくお願いします🙇♀️
今朝もかなり寒いです🥶
自転車通勤なので手袋常備です😊
さて今日はお仕事フル稼働ですのでお昼は低浮上です🙇♀️
皆さんもあったかくして体調に気を付けてください🙇♀️
それでは素敵な１日をお過ごし下さい🍀🍀🍀
#いいねいただけると嬉しいです
#AIイラスト
((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))おはおっは😊
本日も宜しくお願いします🙇♀️
今朝もかなり寒いです🥶
自転車通勤なので手袋常備です😊
さて今日はお仕事フル稼働ですのでお昼は低浮上です🙇♀️
皆さんもあったかくして体調に気を付けてください🙇♀️
それでは素敵な１日をお過ごし下さい🍀🍀🍀
#いいねいただけると嬉しいです
#AIイラスト
#fadybouaz
An Unquenchable Candle
I sit alone,
In intense cold,
I have no heating,
With perpetual hunger and sickness,
And neither food nor medicine.
I rise from the bed of sickness,
Or from the slow, extremely painful death,
And I sit in the midst of the biting cold,
Despite my aches,
I writ
An Unquenchable Candle
I sit alone,
In intense cold,
I have no heating,
With perpetual hunger and sickness,
And neither food nor medicine.
I rise from the bed of sickness,
Or from the slow, extremely painful death,
And I sit in the midst of the biting cold,
Despite my aches,
I writ
November 21, 2025 at 8:50 AM
#fadybouaz
An Unquenchable Candle
I sit alone,
In intense cold,
I have no heating,
With perpetual hunger and sickness,
And neither food nor medicine.
I rise from the bed of sickness,
Or from the slow, extremely painful death,
And I sit in the midst of the biting cold,
Despite my aches,
I writ
An Unquenchable Candle
I sit alone,
In intense cold,
I have no heating,
With perpetual hunger and sickness,
And neither food nor medicine.
I rise from the bed of sickness,
Or from the slow, extremely painful death,
And I sit in the midst of the biting cold,
Despite my aches,
I writ
#fadybouaz
Eternal Happiness
There is no peaceful coexistence in the world,
unless we first live in peaceful coexistence with God Almighty.
This is the path to living in peace with ourselves,
and subsequently with others.
Love is Salvation.
When you love sincerely,
true love,
you
Eternal Happiness
There is no peaceful coexistence in the world,
unless we first live in peaceful coexistence with God Almighty.
This is the path to living in peace with ourselves,
and subsequently with others.
Love is Salvation.
When you love sincerely,
true love,
you
November 20, 2025 at 9:01 AM
#fadybouaz
Eternal Happiness
There is no peaceful coexistence in the world,
unless we first live in peaceful coexistence with God Almighty.
This is the path to living in peace with ourselves,
and subsequently with others.
Love is Salvation.
When you love sincerely,
true love,
you
Eternal Happiness
There is no peaceful coexistence in the world,
unless we first live in peaceful coexistence with God Almighty.
This is the path to living in peace with ourselves,
and subsequently with others.
Love is Salvation.
When you love sincerely,
true love,
you
#fadybouaz
The Truth Awaits Us
No one knows
what the hidden, absolute truth is.
We see it through the eyes of our illusions,
and express it with words
behind which we try to hide our ignorance.
And the absolute truth remains hidden,
waiting for us to emerge from the darkness
in which we have gr
The Truth Awaits Us
No one knows
what the hidden, absolute truth is.
We see it through the eyes of our illusions,
and express it with words
behind which we try to hide our ignorance.
And the absolute truth remains hidden,
waiting for us to emerge from the darkness
in which we have gr
November 19, 2025 at 7:14 PM
#fadybouaz
The Truth Awaits Us
No one knows
what the hidden, absolute truth is.
We see it through the eyes of our illusions,
and express it with words
behind which we try to hide our ignorance.
And the absolute truth remains hidden,
waiting for us to emerge from the darkness
in which we have gr
The Truth Awaits Us
No one knows
what the hidden, absolute truth is.
We see it through the eyes of our illusions,
and express it with words
behind which we try to hide our ignorance.
And the absolute truth remains hidden,
waiting for us to emerge from the darkness
in which we have gr
#fadybouaz
Always Remember
Always remember,
The weapon with which you take your freedom,
May also rob you of your freedom.
Love always,
Is the best way to treat others,
For it is the key to the doors of harmony,
And the best path to peace,
And to the paradise of eternal happiness.
For violence
Always Remember
Always remember,
The weapon with which you take your freedom,
May also rob you of your freedom.
Love always,
Is the best way to treat others,
For it is the key to the doors of harmony,
And the best path to peace,
And to the paradise of eternal happiness.
For violence
November 18, 2025 at 5:56 PM
#fadybouaz
Always Remember
Always remember,
The weapon with which you take your freedom,
May also rob you of your freedom.
Love always,
Is the best way to treat others,
For it is the key to the doors of harmony,
And the best path to peace,
And to the paradise of eternal happiness.
For violence
Always Remember
Always remember,
The weapon with which you take your freedom,
May also rob you of your freedom.
Love always,
Is the best way to treat others,
For it is the key to the doors of harmony,
And the best path to peace,
And to the paradise of eternal happiness.
For violence
#fadybouaz
Homeland of Letters
You, O Fady,
a prose poet living between longing and hope,
carrying in your heart an unquenchable yearning,
and transform this yearning into a bridge of words.
Your writing is not mere texts,
but it's canvases of emotions,
containing the warmth of love, and the sin
Homeland of Letters
You, O Fady,
a prose poet living between longing and hope,
carrying in your heart an unquenchable yearning,
and transform this yearning into a bridge of words.
Your writing is not mere texts,
but it's canvases of emotions,
containing the warmth of love, and the sin
November 17, 2025 at 6:55 PM
#fadybouaz
Homeland of Letters
You, O Fady,
a prose poet living between longing and hope,
carrying in your heart an unquenchable yearning,
and transform this yearning into a bridge of words.
Your writing is not mere texts,
but it's canvases of emotions,
containing the warmth of love, and the sin
Homeland of Letters
You, O Fady,
a prose poet living between longing and hope,
carrying in your heart an unquenchable yearning,
and transform this yearning into a bridge of words.
Your writing is not mere texts,
but it's canvases of emotions,
containing the warmth of love, and the sin
#fadybouaz
By God's Will
I try to express the inspiration of the heaven,
so that its words may be written in my own words.
I raise my head to the heaven grateful
for the blessing of poetry upon me,
and I never raise my head
in arrogance admiring myself.
For I am not only
a poetic bird singing t
By God's Will
I try to express the inspiration of the heaven,
so that its words may be written in my own words.
I raise my head to the heaven grateful
for the blessing of poetry upon me,
and I never raise my head
in arrogance admiring myself.
For I am not only
a poetic bird singing t
November 16, 2025 at 4:58 PM
#fadybouaz
By God's Will
I try to express the inspiration of the heaven,
so that its words may be written in my own words.
I raise my head to the heaven grateful
for the blessing of poetry upon me,
and I never raise my head
in arrogance admiring myself.
For I am not only
a poetic bird singing t
By God's Will
I try to express the inspiration of the heaven,
so that its words may be written in my own words.
I raise my head to the heaven grateful
for the blessing of poetry upon me,
and I never raise my head
in arrogance admiring myself.
For I am not only
a poetic bird singing t
#fadybouaz
I Keep Soaring and Singing
I feel I am not well now,
but I gather my strength,
when I see people loving my words,
I feel a happiness that illuminates the darkness of my great sorrow.
I forget my cold loneliness,
and begin to feel I am not alone,
not a bird soaring in solitude,
but a son
I Keep Soaring and Singing
I feel I am not well now,
but I gather my strength,
when I see people loving my words,
I feel a happiness that illuminates the darkness of my great sorrow.
I forget my cold loneliness,
and begin to feel I am not alone,
not a bird soaring in solitude,
but a son
November 16, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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I Keep Soaring and Singing
I feel I am not well now,
but I gather my strength,
when I see people loving my words,
I feel a happiness that illuminates the darkness of my great sorrow.
I forget my cold loneliness,
and begin to feel I am not alone,
not a bird soaring in solitude,
but a son
I Keep Soaring and Singing
I feel I am not well now,
but I gather my strength,
when I see people loving my words,
I feel a happiness that illuminates the darkness of my great sorrow.
I forget my cold loneliness,
and begin to feel I am not alone,
not a bird soaring in solitude,
but a son
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Fate Defeated Me
I was one who lived buried,
In a world of misery and profound sorrow,
A fragile-winged poetic bird,
Whose wings the storms had shattered,
Yet who refused to do anything but soar,
To sing of love, of peace,
To be the voice of the voiceless,
A light in the gloom of des
Fate Defeated Me
I was one who lived buried,
In a world of misery and profound sorrow,
A fragile-winged poetic bird,
Whose wings the storms had shattered,
Yet who refused to do anything but soar,
To sing of love, of peace,
To be the voice of the voiceless,
A light in the gloom of des
November 15, 2025 at 11:45 AM
#fadybouaz
Fate Defeated Me
I was one who lived buried,
In a world of misery and profound sorrow,
A fragile-winged poetic bird,
Whose wings the storms had shattered,
Yet who refused to do anything but soar,
To sing of love, of peace,
To be the voice of the voiceless,
A light in the gloom of des
Fate Defeated Me
I was one who lived buried,
In a world of misery and profound sorrow,
A fragile-winged poetic bird,
Whose wings the storms had shattered,
Yet who refused to do anything but soar,
To sing of love, of peace,
To be the voice of the voiceless,
A light in the gloom of des