Looking at this insolent earth, you hear the first battle cry of our species- trap it under a … - Naz?m Hikmet

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A lot of people say I'm bent, and I've heard it so many times that I've almost learned to accept it.

Naz?m Hikmet

Looking at this insolent earth, you hear the first battle cry of our species- trap it under a rock and together, screaming, attack and destroy it, as if killing a mammoth.

Battle, Hear, Killing, Rocks, Together

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The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. The most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet.

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However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

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Separation isnt time or distance its the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords

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Loneliness feels like prison.

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We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

Spring, Flower, Two, Springs, Earth, Finds

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I return to the newborn world, and the soft-soil fields, What their first birthing lifted to the shores Of light, and trusted to the wayward winds. First the Earth gave the shimmer of greenery And grasses to deck the hills; then over the meadows The flowering fields are bright with the color of springtime, And for all the trees that shoot into the air.

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