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How noble and eye-catching are your hegemony colors I am, of course, a girl from the third-college school that I wish to reach, based on my thoughts that accompany my feelings that are not known to be stolen, no matter how old I am. If it is a hegemony, its life-ending battery, of course, has no nationality, pain and poetry, and the act of writing, where I enjoy myself, is my favorite act, sometimes I am completing all my unfinished stories by writing whatever I cannot…
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My dear son Man is not easy to understand One of the most common lies I've heard lately is the phrase "I understand you". People tell this lie believing that it is so natural and true that even though I feel anger at first, I remain silent with pity. I do not feel the need to use this word for others. Because after we don't understand ourselves well, after we don't know our family well, saying this word with the assumption that we are only pleasing the other person seems to…
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Let your will dispel fears in The Pollution of Obscurity We took another step into the unknown and another job came true. Is it what we want or expect, our gain or our loss? We finally saw it! The result of every curiosity and impatience is like the light that appears at the exit of a dark cave. That light will always be, will always illuminate and steal from our lives. The answer to the question is it worth it! While all of our work is on track, while making all kinds of…
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If you'll excuse me, I want to love you sanely You are truly a very loyal, self-sacrificing person. No expectations, just You're excited again, crazy heart! Once upon a time, there was a madman. Once it started, we couldn't stop it either. I would like to work as hard as I can. To learn is to learn. To rise and become a nation worthy of it. I would swim in that sea of pleasure now! The greatest authority! There is no more! It doesn't hurt me what he did. With him. She is…
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My famine-stocked feelings and longing for you The loneliness of every thought and every fall is hidden in itself and in wandering hearts, it is the sum of the father's love and inner pain of daughters. After your father's departure, a pair of eyes that look at you inevitably decreases. I'm out of bland feelings. I took advantage of the loss called sadness, which I am equivalent to, and stitched the ripped parts of my heart with sentences and poems. There are not many…
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If you act like a slave you become a slave, if you act like a god you become a god I pour boiling water from my teapot over the roasted ground coffee beans in my glass. Boiled coffee beans form a creamy foam on the surface of the water. As always, I take my first sip in the kitchen. After the bitter taste of coffee spreads to my palate, I go into the living room with a coffee glass in my hand, after looking at the mess around, I open the door of my private room. When I press…
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My soul is not outdated and my feelings are never disposable I'm drilling my dreams with a drill and mounting my mad soul. I'm already dressed in the peace of the downpour that will start soon. A hidden joy in my chest and the muralist inside of me, my outer world is painted, people are generally sad, so if it's a possible tear from my eyes. Ah, there is no more because I am not a milk port, but what I eat and write is like my mother's white milk. I even share a slice of…
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You are the only one who takes care of my sheltered world, the boat of hope Dream climates. My loved ones hidden in my maverick heart on an imaginary plane, and here is my color and even my mourning that I accept. I hide before the day of my recourse. I can make thousands of sentences to signify the hope that I shoveled before the dawn. Ah, when the winds blow in my mind. Ah, the floods have taken my heart while dragging it. While that tulle curtain flying in my heart that I…
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What you gave me is a gift from the days I cried My inner world will come into line with my clusters hidden in dream climates and sometimes red purple dreams. Moss green memorandum I drink wild chestnut. I am a native of sadness, of course I am a foreigner Cities I haven't been to. I talked to the nightingale, my way fell to a good bye: Smiles faded on my smiling face Everything that went through me was the meaning of being a flower. discord Here I am purified, painfully.…
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God made you for me to love But I shouldn't be in your world You are a dream iris and an anomaly hidden in the echo of silence. I want to shout at your face, but time doesn't give a damn. This time, suspicions are burning in my skirts and I'm knitting from dreams I wish happiness and endless peace When I say from the Creator, it feels like a stocking ripped, and the rest, of course, how cold my bare feet are. You're out of my sight. An accusation hidden in my eyes. Of…
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I keep my smiles hidden in my inner pocket I'm in the footsteps of dreams, my Lord is the only one who knows that I am a secret hidden in a father and loving climate, and this dream on the skirts of whirling dervishes, you are more than I thought and just as close. My soul hidden in barren lands. A giant veil in my soul. Oh, saddened in the shade of acacias, pouring out from that heart. The universe gave me a memorandum out of the blue, and it's not a lie that I keep going…
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I listened to the voice of my conscience and wanted to touch hearts one by one You are a postponed dream, teacher, maybe you are a broken counter hidden in dream clusters. Did a person who was tortured by love considered it a virtue? Life is lived uphill, is it after? Not only is it not going downhill, but there is a way to go even more, while they are dream brokers in the dignified stance of life, which haunts happiness and dreams. In dream crops. In the shadow of many…
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I'd rather hear the overwhelming sound of my thoughts than Hear Songs Even though it is morning, the sun is swirling above me with all its burning. I just feel like it's on me. I bring my hands to my head. There is a warmth of flame in my dark hair. My scalp is tingling. Like a giant star that has sworn to kill, dry and wither whatever is breathing, living and living. I'm getting a little angry. For a moment, I see him as a mad killer who does this consciously and tries to…
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You make me feel Orange Season the day you come Hey! Have you ever seen someone shouting that I betrayed them, or if you did, wouldn't you keep your shoulder away from them? How many times have you heard the phrase that a person who does not think about his own happiness cannot make others happy? Put a scale in your memory now; Weigh what you have forgotten with what you are trying to forget, in the end, you will find how helpless you are. Tell me something I don't know. You…
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I'm afraid I'll die if I stay away from the water My soul is a native child, lonely and barefoot. My hands and feet smell of earth; I want it to smell like this, the roads I walk, the streets I pass, the houses I knock on the door and enter. Wherever I see a river, I immediately adopt it, I bend down and listen to your heart. It's as if the water touches my face, and the wounds I have suffered from life have wells on my face. Wells. Yes, those wells are just filled with…
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I'm Beginning to Lose Our Critical Thinking Ability Basic reasoning is a key ability. It permits us to decide, take care of complex issues and comprehend others and the world better. It's a significant quality in our own and work lives, and we can sharpen this expertise over the long run by posing inquiries, utilizing judiciousness, and remaining all around educated. In our advanced society, it's much more significant as it permits us to break new ground. In a mechanically…
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I'm still like a freight wagon left on The railroad tracks You are the cry of a dream, most of all, you are a mystery prodded by the dream fairies of your dreams on the skirts of whirling master. Overflowing from the lines. Sometimes shot. Sometimes, like an apple that gets worms, you are a fruit that does not fall from the sky, you are not approached in chain markets. Your loom is hidden in the dream harvest. What you live with your sadness that you let your soul idle, what…
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Making words speak to understand or tell It was the earliest hour of the night. When I couldn't find anything to linger on in the house, I had no choice but to leave myself in the arms of the streets. While the lights of the city were illuminating me, I threw myself into the first tram, hoping to meet you. The calmness of the interior clearly gave me the freedom to have where I wanted. I was sitting by the window. I soon realized that the trolley stood at its very end,…
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The Hidden Meaning Behind the Desiderata Poetry As far back as I can recollect, I've partaken in the Desiderata writing sonnet. It was truly well known during the '60s and the '70s and a huge load of banners were sold of it. For quite a while, there was a legend that it had been found on an old piece of material in St Paul's Church in Baltimore and that the actual sonnet dated from the last part of the 1600s. In any case, that was not the situation. Desiderata was composed…
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I can recognize people by their scent like flowers My dreams are hidden between quotes, I know that I am being watched, moreover, I am aware that this is not paranoia. Of course, grab the scale with your heart, what I performed and saw with my eyes. Sometimes when I get into trouble and keep my heart busy and here the movie breaks and there is never a sequel just when I tend to happiness. It's not the only period when I shut myself up, moreover, a variant of the lines and…
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We Pay a Heavy Price for Being Bad In the evening, I retreat to my room. I have recorded songs. I listen to them. Western classics with different instruments, unforgettable songs and folk songs. I'm old too. I don't listen to arabesque like the new generation. Sometimes I just play the music for myself. I hesitate to sound. There is no song like our songs! You're right! I fell in love with your green eyes. Goodbye tavern, I can't stay anymore. How beautiful is the majesty in…
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There was only the weariness of the lines left by the years on his face In a park with green and half-century-old trees, right next to the grass, in the shade of a tree, the old man reading a book in his hand, pointing to the empty bench next to him, "Can I sit?" With the voice of a young man saying, he closed the book he was reading in his hand, looked at it, and gathered himself by saying, "Sure, of course." The old man was continuing the book from where he had left off,…
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They'll laugh again when your face is replaced by your back I like train travel. The train sometimes goes through tunnels; there is light and there is darkness. Isn't life a journey too? Request; The womb, childhood, youth, old age and the grave are all before our eyes. Sometimes we live in dark days on this journey. Aren't our dark days our days in the tunnel? Now we are passing through a terrifying corona tunnel. Rails are bad. It shakes some of us, shakes some of us,…
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They had walked together on the walk of life to death When she saw why she hadn't heard from her for two days, and that the door of the house she had insisted on for the third time was ajar, her doubt turned into fear, and fear turned into sadness. Looking at the lime-washed wall of the one-room house, he understood everything, no words needed. The defect in the writing on the wall seemed to describe how hard it was to endure the pain, whereas he wrote as carefully as a…
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Life Without You Is Getting Harder Every Day What dream was my past, and in what garish pain had I grown and matured? While my colors, sometimes cherry bruise, or that noble gray in my school uniform, I wished to be a rebel and failed, at least I lived and loved people with my rebellious heart, while the pendulum in me was the dilemma of a lifetime, and I always spelled humanity and love. I dried my dreams and hung them on the balcony rope. Then I tinkered with my childhood…
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Thoughts Reverberating in a Universe of Infinite Possibilities Life is such an interesting journey that as we transform ourselves, we transform our environment and our world. And the rules of quantum physics explain this fact in very simple language. “**So how?**” If you have any questions, let's hear how we can achieve this from the famous psychiatrist David R. Hawkins, who revealed the consciousness map of emotions and brought them to our world. You wouldn't have acted if…
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Because children have no prejudices We hear conversations that we are actually different people. The main thing is the heart. If our hearts are not broken and you can love cleanly, you are the real you. The only thing that does not change is the heart. In fact, everything is just a prejudice. Acting with prejudice is actually everyone's motto. You create a line in your brain and that line displays your mindset. What we call the brain is actually limited. However, you can…
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My Longing for You Grows Every Day! My Fragrant Love; Whenever I think of you, I take a deep breath. I'm trying to overcome my longing inside and remember you with our memories. What a nice feeling to love you if you only knew! I want to share everything with you, together, sleep, wake up, run, eat, go to the movies and share everything bittersweet together. There's nothing I wouldn't do to spend a lifetime doing these things with you, darling. Distance doesn't matter as…
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My darling, I thought about you leaving me unannounced today Our dreams had already closed the door to goodbye, and our feelings were walking arm in arm with goodbye at the last turn. Like a thin river, my luxuriant pupil springs forth, not knowing where it will reach. The color of my patched dreams has faded. I fit the years into a two-syllable sentence. Even though it was hanging on the pendulum on the edge of my tongue, my letters and the colors on its tail always looked…