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Gif that they feel.

Dead flowers esthétique

Jame Masjid, Islampur

I'm really tired of people on social media saying things like "being silent on an issue means you side with the oppressors" like yes this is true in an abstract sense and is true in a more definite sense if we were all celebrities with large platforms and someone was interviewing us and they asked us about some political issue directly and we said "no comment" but choosing to exist on social media without endlessly discussing every political issue happening throughout the entire world does not mean you stand with oppressors, it means you're just living your life and focusing your energy (mostly offline!!!!!!!) to the few causes and issues most important to you, and that's entirely okay... enough with the fake woke guilt-tripping

YOUR EYES

Your eyes, reminiscent of the calm

Ere the onset of a summer squall;

Windows to bleak moors, where the howling wind

Promises endless requiems for my soul.

 Your eyes, a heathen in the valley,

Where dark phantoms prowl;

Ever and anon they beckon to my imminent death,

In a voice entirely unearthly, now that I recall.

 Your eyes cast a glance, a mortal slash,

Darting from my temple to the sole;

Oh the crucifixion! Oh the sting!

To the frail heart of mine, they take a toll.

Your eyes, a singed wide open book,

An account of unspeakable malady,

That defies to melt the leaden mortal heart

Of even the most debased and ornery.

 Your eyes, hearths of eternal inferno,

A perdition for my soul depraved;

I’ll relinquish all, for the hearthstone

Is my haven, a bed I long craved.

 Your eyes, a foggy somber everglade

Where, dreary shadows of trees deceased

Scheme and conspire with the mire:

As I wail my lungs out, on my soul will they feast.