In love

In love
In love, there exists a language
where words become wordless
and the perfect expression is translated through silence.
A language that flows with heartbeats
and is written with blood moving through veins.
A language that talks through the eye
And converses inside a look
That overseas the sight
A language in which I love you says it all
And I love you speaks on behalf of it all
A language in which love is the vocabulary
And love is the meaning
Love is the word
And from love letters are comprised
And love is the only spoken language that arises…

Published by nadiaharhash

Exploring my own Shoes ... somehow my walk , my way ... Being a woman is one thing . One important thing of originally two things. However, living in a global patriarchal dominance makes one thing dominant of another . A lifetime struggle of women resilience for being the one thing they are Women . All the resilience of being a woman is another ONE thing . For being a Moslem woman is another thing . Being a Moslem woman living in an Occupied land is definitely a totally other thing. What if you add divorce to this ? Being a Woman, a Moslem , a Palestinian and Divorced … makes the introduction to living in my shoes… Living in a Shoe of a Woman. PS. English is not my first language.. I know I often need to edit , however, there is something in the power of the 'click send' button.. ever since I did it the first time .. I enjoy clicking directly from my heart...unedited...

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