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01.
Poem: “Magazine”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
Country: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
Poets always send me their poems
Really I love all poets from around the world.
I love all poems from all poets.
Men or women all poets are equal to me,
Each poet can send only three poems free.
Listen all poets why are you don’t read the editorial
Only your help can continue the primelore.
Read and write poems all together
Every poets can write but why they don’t understand ever.
When poets understand why money is need for the magazine expenses
Really poets! your contribution help to primelore writer’s heaven go smoothly.
I’m not telling a story only;
Talent and helpful people will understand about the editorial.
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Really we need money; we need sponsor for primelore so buy and renew your membership,
Seriously we need money to continue the primelore magazine.
©® Afroza Jesmine.
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02.
Poem: “when the universe”
Poet: mkap Garde Mary
Country: Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
becomes an artist palet
whisp’s of light
mixed with glistening stars
colour like paint
on a brush
in the sky
imaginations fly
we see images
created in our minds
reflected in cloudy light
like miracles
to our delight
look up to the firmament
see what your eyes
can turn into a canvas
of imagined wonder
wouldn’t it be lovely
if we could just dream of a miracle
when we open our eyes
miracle is true
perhaps that’s just a dream
to me
if you want to change things
you just do
I wish all our miracles
come true.
©️®️ mkap Garde Mary
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03.
Poem: “GOING AWAY”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
Country: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
She was a rare flower among the vines,
Fragile, yet she always stood her ground,
Sometimes her eyes were springtime rain,
Still she would greet the morning sun.
She was a wondrous bird across the skies,
Her wings were painted with colorful loves,
She flew only to hearts of kindness,
Always smiling with the breeze of spring.
She was a beautiful soul among all souls,
Only the wise could know her worth,
To a true friend she was kindness itself,
She knew no harsh words, and walked away in silence.
Among noble-hearted friends she stood,
Never breaking a heart she truly loved,
Like a melting candle she gave her light,
Resisting the flames that burned within her heart.
©® Mustafa Naci ÖZER
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04.
Poem: “GREEN STONE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
Country: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
I walk alone on many roads
Green stone is shining on my hand
It keeps my heart calm and slow
Through cities, sea, and sand
Every place is new to me
Faces come and fade away
When I am lost, I touch the ring
And feel the earth, the trees, the rain
Green stone is on my hand
Guide me gently through the land
I go far, but I feel home
With green stone, I am not alone
green stone is on my hand
soft like forest, strong like sand
every journey, every mile
you make my tired heart smile
airports shine like falling stars
trains and boats and endless skies
i meet the world and let it go
in softest ways in sad goodbyes
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
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05.
Poem: “Like the first time…”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou
Country: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
My heart
Close to your heart
They wisper
They talk like the know each other for years
Your heart tonight
Make love to my soul
A love full of passion
With care
Respect
Your heart tonight
Show to me
The magic moment
Exist
Your heart
Touch my heart
Like a child
Your heart
Has his own
Prophetical knowledge
You are a diamond
But i had to climb
The highest volcano
So i can find you…
©® Eva Lianou Petropoulou
Poetry Unites people Founder
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06.
Poem: Nisaab
Poet: Ruaa Al-Turaifi.
Country: Sudan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
Anxiety and longing still dwell within me.
My words are still recklessly playing with speech..
Mastering screams..
Like sorrow committing massacres in the folds of every poem,
Like night wrenching anguish from the hearts of the lost,
Like death perpetrating absence.
O promised time of joy, this ship of words
Pierces through the fog.
These letters have adorned themselves, heavy with chants of supplication
And celebrations of return.
I still await life on the shores of loss,
Testing the harbors,
Choosing the elixir from among the drinks.
O you dreams..
The time has now come for you to adorn yourself..
We shall return from the heart of desolation.
How often did Yusuf’s heart shatter while awaiting fortune,
How long did Jacob spend weeping,
And Zulaikha awaited a love that never comes.
She will keep endlessly seducing his heart,
Asking in vain:
Who spilled the perfume??
Who lifted the veil??
She will keep practicing schemes,
Weaving dreams on a thread of illusions,
Wrapping herself in mirages..
Far-fetched that any answer should come..
O sorrow of Jacob, embroidered with certainty,
Life has passed and the promise is due,
The appointed time of departure has arrived…
Time
Melted away.
So depart in peace, O poems,
And be gentle.
Cast your staff to me, that it may swallow up the pains and hardships.
For the wound in my soul has aged and grown sweet.
Shake toward you the trunk of all my tears,
And take the alms of sorrow from my heart,
For it has reached the nisaab.
©️®️ Ruaa Al-Turaifi.
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07.
Poem: “Counsel”
Poet: Panagiota P. Lampri.
Country: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
“The kind word you long to hear —
speak it first yourself.”
Such is the counsel
the old woman, wise with years of reflection,
offers at every turn.
Kind words
she herself scatters unstintingly;
it matters little to her
whether others always understand them.
Either way, she has
good words in abundance to share,
and offers them to ailing souls
as balm for their wounds.
©️®️ Panagiota P. Lampri,
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08.
Poem: “The Squirrel and the Awakening”
Poet: turkia loucif.
Country: Algeria.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
She came late to the hall, and the chandeliers held their breath.
Silence spilled into the wine; a question trembled in every glass.
He stood far across the room, a stranger wearing her past.
Years had been a fortress. Tonight, they were only air.
She was dressed in black. No jewels. No armor.
Only a gold chain at her throat, both heirloom and newborn.
From it hung a squirrel, caught in the grace of its leap.
Her secret name. The one he gave her when she was feral.
When she took to the trees to outrun grief.
When she hoarded joy in her cheeks against the coming frost.
No one else knew that name. It was the forest they kept between them.
He watched it snag the light. His glass froze against his lips.
The room watched him watching. And the room knew.
This was no ornament. This was a testimony.
This was no yearning. This was a rising.
1ط She did not meet his eyes. She looked through him.
Toward the woman she had been before the fracture, and after.
The squirrel said: I have ceased fleeing.
It said: I bury my acorns in my own soil now.
It said: I have made truce with the winter in my bones.
He crossed the marble. Not to possess. To bear witness.
The chain was no tether. It was a bloodline.
He did not reach for the pendant. He reached for his own name
As it lived, golden and unashamed, at the base of her throat.
They spoke no blame. They spoke of weather.
Of how a tree surrenders its leaves to guard its root.
Of how a heart can end a war and keep its kingdom.
The guests swallowed their questions. The music absolved them.
She departed before midnight, the squirrel still in flight.
And everyone understood: the woman had walked herself home.
©️®️ turkia loucif
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09.
Poem: Silence
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
Country: Serbia/Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
Close your eyes, imagine a melody,
Think it’s for you.
Chase away the silence
You do not hear anything because of it,
close your eyes.
Do you feel the third beat and moderato?
Try to remember the rhythm,
Try moving.
Imagine a melody and chase away the silence,
chase away.
Play, sing, live by
looking at.
©️®️ Tanja Ajtic.
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10.
Poem: “Looking Back”
Poet: Lan Xin
Country: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
Childhood memories have long blurred
Yet they softly return at certain moments
The day I said goodbye to Grandma as a child
She stood on the path before the house
Watching me
Watching me
Until my figure
Vanished completely from sight
I looked back with every three steps
Tears had long soaked my dress
Grandma’s silhouette grew fainter and farther
I stood on the hillside where I last saw her
Eyes wet, gazing at each other from afar
Standing long, unwilling to leave
That was in childhood
The tenderest and deepest memory
Now
In the adult world of hellos and goodbyes
Parting is often just turning away
Leaving only a resolute back
No more lingering glances of longing
Farewells reduced to empty formalities
Hearts seem to have no one
Truly worth clinging to
But my dear daughter
When you part from me
You weep sadly
Cry bitterly
Even a short separation
Becomes heart-wrenching in your tears
Your reluctant eyes
Like an unbreakable thread
Hold fast to my heart
You hold me tightly, refusing to let go
As if letting go
Would mean losing your whole world
Your little voice, “I don’t want to leave Mom”
Tells me again and again
There is someone in this world
Who cannot live without me
Who must have me
As I watch your figure fade away
You look back with every step
Your small hand waving again and again
That repeated, affectionate looking back
Chases away all the coldness of the adult world
Fills all the emptiness in this broken world
My dear daughter
Your looking back
Will warm my whole life
©️®️ Lan Xin
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11.
Poem: “THE MOTHER’S HOPE”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
Country: Albania
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
She is as a spring
That new life brings!
Without her we couldn’t be
And she is like nature free.
We are just as flowers on the nature,
Looking for a better future:
To be equal and independent.
The mother is our root permanent.
She likes development and harmony,
As peace on the world and humanity!
Let us all over the world pray,
To be reality one day!
©️®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
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12.
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
Country: Croatia
Poem: “I BUILT A BRIDGE OF LOVE”
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
11I BUILT A BRIDGE OF LOVE
I built a bridge of love,
High, high on the horizonte,
Where all four corness of the
World meet.
I built a bridge where are no
Stormy and wind.
I built a bridge of love,
High, high, where the sky meets
The see.
I built a bridge on which
Trembeling and shineing soul.
I built a bridge that leads me
To a happy path.
I built a bridge that leads me
To happiness.
Birds wave to me in flight,
Welkomes me with open arms.
I look at the happy smiling face
Of children all over the world.
All people who have a soul
And heart full of love, cross
This bridge and write verses
Of love.
It is a bridge that connects all
The people in the world.
All peacemakers on it wave
Their flaps.
All who want peace and an end
To wars in the world, see this
Bridge of love.
I built a bridge of love.
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13.
Poem: “Star Wish Homeward Voyage”
Poet: Wan Yilong
Country: China
Translated By Lan Xin（Lanxin Samei）
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
My dearest love
Tonight the starry river stretches boundless wide
I stand alone upon the snow capped peak
With eyes filled with merciful light
Gazing down on all mortal lives
Witnessing the bleakness of the earthly world
Hundreds of millions of years ago
I was a ray of original starlight hidden deep within the cosmos
Endowed with peerless pure grace
Holding a heart burning bright like diamond fire
Just to run straight toward you
I put on layer after layer of mortal flesh and shell
Just to cling to my love for you
I stumbled forward through endless dark nights
I still remember your high cloud like hair and star bright piercing eyes
Remember your snow white flowing dress and dancing waving sleeves
Remember your crimson lips and skin smooth as frozen jade
You move light as wind drift soft as cloud
I always keep this deep inside my soul
You too are the same kindred starlight fallen into mortal dust
Let my soul burn repeatedly in purgatory flames
Enduring countless torments and bitter pains
Let my physical body shatter into tiny dust
Weathering all the frosts and winds of endless years
Still through countless cycles of rebirth
I hold fast waiting faithfully for your figure
This mortal world is forever filled with vicissitudes and sorrow
War flames tear apart peaceful days
Illness gnaws and hurts human spines
All living beings drift weep struggle and wander in the bitter sea of suffering
The earth appears tiny and fragile amid the boundless universe
Just a single grain of sand lonely and desolate in the cosmic river
Only pure mortal love and great mercy for all living souls
Can turn this troubled earthly world
Into a gentle warm paradise
My dearest love
The stargate has slowly opened wide
Across the grand universe countless living beings stand together
Hand in hand we set off journeying side by side
Toward the high dimensional homeland bathed in eternal endless light
This is the original hometown where you and I shall stay together through all eternal lives
©️®️ Wan Yilong
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14.
Poem: “To My Dearest Mom”
Country: China
Poet: Luo Qianxuan
Translated by Lan Xin
The greatest happiness of my life
Is having the best mom in the world
— My dearest mom
Do you know —
My love for you is greater than all the beauty in the world
When I speak through glistening tears, eyes brimming with sincerity
“Mom, I really love you so much!”
I hide all my tender feelings in my eyes
My dearest mom
It is your love that calms all my little flutters
As we part, I speak with reluctant longing
“Mom, I really can’t bear to let you go!”
I blend all my lingering thoughts into my words
My dearest mom
It is your company that fulfills all my childhood days
When I hold you tight and say
“The scariest thing in the world is losing you, Mom! Wherever you are, that is my home”
I press all my steadfast devotion to your chest
My dearest mom
It is your arms that give me the safest harbor
As my tiny hand clutches yours tightly in sleep
“Mom, you are my whole world!”
I grasp all my pure joy in my palm
My dearest mom
It is your guardianship that fills my life with all good things
When I pray devoutly to heaven
“Mom, you are the best person in the world! If only everyone were as kind as you!”
I pour all my innocent wishes to the starlight
My dearest mom
It is your goodness that lights up all the radiance in my eyes
When I exclaim with joyful delight
“A world with Mom is the best world ever!”
I sing all my touching confessions to time
My dearest mom
It is your radiance that adorns my little world with starlight
When I speak with a beaming face
“I’m the happiest child in the world, because I have the best Mom in the world!”
I hide all my perfect happiness in my heart
My dearest mom
Your company is the greatest happiness of my life
Your love fills my little world with brilliant radiance
©️®️ Luo QianxuanLuo
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Poem: “The family is the foundation of humanity “
Country: LUTON UK 🇬🇧
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
This is how it should be, and whether it is so, let it be your reflection.
The family is the foundation of humanity
The family, the foundation, the essence of humanity
A house filled with the fire of love
The beginning and end of man’s existence
Great joys, big worries
Unbreakable family is rooted
New life of existence creation
Based on the rock of understanding
A man of the value of creation
Family eternal support of mom
A home we always come back to
It’s a warm love bonfire
Family is the most important thing
A family of deep spiritual union
Hearts in feelings a strong connection
The First Human Family Science
Help when looking for something
A real family, a common complement
With love, goodness, wrapping everyone
It’s always warm dialogues
Putting the Fallen Firmly on Their Feet
For sad feelings, comfort
Warm, safe and secure shelter for everyone
Family, faith as the strength of man
It’s a unity that always waits
A great return for everyone
Giving Flower Feelings Garden
Families deep hearts of effort
The next successors of the uprising
Family: learning to live in Peace
An example of refuge and tranquility
Learning to help everyone
Thus learned humanity
Released into the world of people
In a deeply spiritual man
The new will create a good foundation
Thanks to the power of family learning
©️®️ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
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16.
Poem: Toward You
Poet: Alam Mahbub
Country : Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
At the mere utterance of going toward you—
flames fracture the inert abyss of dark;
at the terminus of lived days, a vermilion current—
stellar anklets resound within the thorax.
In monsoon-drenched vision, an enchanted luminance;
the river of dream sways into articulation.
At the invocation of your nearness—
dreams configure themselves
like the clandestine blossoming of bhat-flowers;
along the margins of the path, reticent shadows gather.
Through stratified clouds, a flute of reverie resounds,
lunar convocations tremble in argent unrest.
In the filament of verse, language entangles itself;
amid a congregation of butterflies,
the dialect of desire proliferates—
and descends, saturated,
a meridian steeped in narrative light.
At the pronouncement of arrival—
time recedes into inaudible withdrawal,
vision blurs into a dimming threshold.
In fallen leaves, rehearsals of cadence persist;
under the lamplit axis of the road,
shadows remain enchained—
the palimpsest of a dream-lived existence.
At the final insistence of going—
lithic immensities rise at dawn,
a forefinger of derision extended—
the path itself, in quiet mockery.
©️®️ Alam Mahbub
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17.
Poem: “WHISPERS OF THE SUMMER BREEZE”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi.
Country: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
Golden rays of splendour fleeting in air
A whispered secret floats without a care
Your laughter sparkles, bright as dawn
And all the world feels paused and withdrawn
Soft winds meander through the leafy glade
Dancing lightly in the dappled shade
Our fingers touch, a spark so slight
Like endless skies in soft twilight
The fragrance of jasmine rides the sea
A melody of you surrounding me
Seagulls call, a sweet refrain
While waves keep echoing our shared refrain
In quiet corners, our shadows play
Two hearts in sync along the bay
The breeze tugs gently at your hair
A tender vow hung in the air
Love hums beneath the fading sun
In golden hours where day is done
And in that breeze, warm and kind
I hear your soul entwined with mine.
©️®️ Parvinder Nagi
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18.
Poem: Nature’s Violins
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
Country: Yemen
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
Like fossils of ink on a timeworn page,
I set them aside despite their abundance—
the poems of unclouded sense:
fossilized in meaning,
tenuous in structure.
On the side where
the zephyr threads through
a crack in the wall,
I lay my head to rest there,
for Nature to read me, deep in thought,
entangled in flights of imagination,
filled with the calls of inspiration,
until poetry rises in another voice,
as a pulse, well-set within its violins.
Beneath rain poised to fall,
a poet yields, for a fleeting breath,
his fingers to the cadence of drops,
while clouds weave the thread of metaphor,
and lightning signs its autograph
upon a green-hued page.
Unmatched, the rare voice wafts
through the vast expanse,
erasing the last vestiges of his ink,
unburdening himself of archived words,
becoming a reader of its marvelous verses—
emerging from the mouth of the universe.
©️®️ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
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19.
Poem: “BEYOND THE LENSES”
Poet: Kujtim R Hajdari
Country: Albania
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
I often saw the world through silver-colored glass,
Each corner seemed to glow with a gentler light.
And moonlight came to me, like a lady of class,
In darkness like a deck that covered every sight.
How beauty lured me in through those enchanted panes,
I wove so many thoughts like garlands in the air.
When something blurred my view, I threw it in the waves,
And what I could not name, I cast away from care.
But then a flame, a fire from somewhere far beyond,
Shook me and, with its sparks, it blinded all my sight.
It burned the gold of vision, and it hurled it off,
And I saw the world exposed, a naked, startling light.
I saw the shadows and the fires mixing there,
They stole the silver image, wiped it clean away,
My senses, trembling dreams, dissolved into thin air,
They fled apart and broke, then vanished out of play.
I lost myself among life’s flowers, drunk and slow,
I caressed its pains with tears and with my grieving cries.
My eye no longer saw the dream, but life below,
And perceptions stayed like images behind my eyes.
©️®️ Kujtim R Hajdari
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20.
Poem: “Home of Tears:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
Country: Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
The standard seems like the home of eye rain.
It is with huge effort.
It is art and creativity.
The words are bricks.
Tears are raining to be together in home .
Home of tears is like a moral home.
Tears are power.
It is not a weak heart.
Tears are powerful.
©️®️ Til Kumari Sharma
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21.
Poem: “Beyond the Beloved”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
Country: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
They thought the woman was the beloved
a borrowed shadow of longing
a face waiting in the corridors of desire
But they saw only the veil
not the unveiling
The woman is not the beloved
she is the secret of love itself
Not the one who is called
but the call before all calling
not the answer
but the prayer that gives the answer its form
She is not seen
she is witnessed
like light returning to its own source
like silence remembering its origin
Within her, love is not emotion
it is a divine breath
moving through unseen chambers of being
where language has not yet learned to exist
She does not ask love from the world
she becomes the mirror
in which love recognizes its own face
She does not descend into longing
she rises into presence
and longing itself lowers its gaze
In her silence, meanings are born
in her stillness, unseen worlds lean toward light
She is not the beloved
she is the mystery through which love becomes aware of itself
a hidden verse in the scripture of the unseen
where the soul remembers
love was never outside
but always within its own becoming
©️®️ Saeeda Akhtar
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22.
Poem: “Nature’s Mantra”
Poet: Elpiola Lluka.
Country: Albania 🇦🇱
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
The nature wears green cloak,
as an inner psalm her scent beats…
And all the colors with timbre talk,
the river flows via past sound repeats…
On soft grass the dew is dripping,
pours out the reasons source…
Desert of dreams far away is slipping,
under the crimson sunset illusions force…
The nature reechos over rolling hills,
wind of optimism all plants embraces…
Her mantra with flowers is surrounding wills,
orchestrates the Spring notes out spaces…
That wind is blowing on us eternally,
inside our hearts leaves spring internally..
The nature’s aura comes around grace holders,
a sea of happiness across the chest smolders…
©️®️ Elpiola Lluka.
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23.
Poem: “Be That Person”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu
Country: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
In the darkness that so often feels like the end,
never forget that even the night carries stars within it.
Life is not a calm sea for everyone,
but the strongest ships are born from the fiercest storms.
Do not fear the wounds that cannot be seen,
they are the maps of a soul that has fought its battles.
Every fall is a lesson that lifts you higher,
every tear a cleansing for the heart that refuses to surrender.
There are people who live by counting the days,
and there are others who bring light into every day they are given.
Be that person.
The one who, even when weary, continues to sow hope.
Because the world is not changed by those who complain,
but by those who move forward with wounded hearts and clear eyes.
Do not seek a life without pain,
seek a spirit that cannot be broken.
For true strength is not in never falling,
but in rising again each time
with more light in your soul
and more love for life.
And when one day they ask you
how you endured through all the darkness,
smile gently and say:
I chose to become my own sun.
©️®️Xhuli Spahiu
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24.
Poem: “Absence”
Poet: BILAL AL MASRI
Country: LBANON
Translation from Arabic: ANBA GAWI AND M.H MOHAMED
Edite by camilla reeve
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 19 May 2026.
As meetings with you became rare
I folded myself between the pages of a book
I went on my way,
gone and left the place
having forgotten I was sick –
your absence pains me –
and I had forgotten
where I left the book.
©️®️ BILAL AL MASRI
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