وقتی گریبانِ عدم با دستِ خلقت می‌درید
وقتی ابد چشمِ تو را پیش از ازل می‌آفرید

وقتی زمین نازِ تو را در آسمان‌ها می‌کشید
وقتی عطش طعمِ تو را با اشک‌هایم می‌چشید

من عاشقِ چشمت شدم، نه عقل بود و نه دلی
چیزی نمی‌دانم از این دیوانگی و عاقلی

Never liked those soft-hoofed, hooded pussies running on racecourses, they wouldn't even see the dust flying from his hooves on this terrain. Just imagine time-traveling a few centuries back and taking these soft-hoofed horses to the battlefield, you’d be on foot before even traveling a mile.

Makhachev's grappling be like
#neckgrab

Deng Xiaoping:When you open window........
Xi: say no more

So I asked ChatGPT to explain why is that when something is said about love in plain language doesn't make you feel much but when the same thing is said in poetry it melts your heart.
It's answer was amazing
chatgpt.com/share/677a14...