To the melancholic muse_elsaied abdelghani
I'm feeling you deeply lately,
I don't know why,
But I guess the aesthetic locked
unknown is copying your existence in my heart.
I don't belong to any philosophical
school
But you know I am very nihilistic man
And what is happening conquer my
solid brain.
I don't owe even my third eye
That can't see anything nowadays
Except some nuggets of meanings.
I hope I can't send what I wrote
I hope I can't be naked in front of
on your vision.
It's not metaphors I write,
Or it's not metaphors that haven't
deeply feelings.
Now I want to dance
In front of you
In front of your khold eyelashes.
I know it's weired
But weirdness is the heart of people
who are filled with unknowns.
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