Our hopes are like weaning a baby How much pain there is in the world my friend. You'd be surprised which one would be upset with it. Is one heart enough for this much pain? You do not know. It's not over. It comes back and forth, what you think you're scattering. Sometimes, before one ends, another begins. God help the sensitive hearts. It is difficult to be patient in the tunnel without seeing the light. Unpredictable pain hurts even more. I fear most of them. I'm afraid…
Healing requires knowledge and empathy as well as compassion Healing is just like the seasons; We cannot see him, that is us, without walking with him, crying with him, laughing with him. Man always needs help to heal; It is possible to set the right time with the right people. But wrong people take this time longer, and it wears out the person. It is not necessary to make many mistakes in order to heal, but one cannot talk about healing without making mistakes. Healing…
Human life is the water that fills the glass with the experiences I don't want to be late for some things anymore. I want to get some things on time. I want to handle some situations on time. I want to understand some issues in time. I would like to resolve some issues in a timely manner. I want to understand and evaluate some events in time. I want to get to know some people in time or say "goodbye" to them. I want to achieve my dreams on time. I want to confirm my facts in…
My yellow-faced dreams camping in mimosa groves Which dream god are you and which peninsula is included in the archipelago a treat or are you? I'm tearing up again. What I can't resist is a slice of bread, in the fragrant smell of my hunger, where my heart is brewed. The prayers hidden in my moist eyes, of course, differ from the beholder to the beholder. I am white with my color and my red hair inherited from my childhood and my color turns red every time I am embarrassed,…
It's your dreams and your endless love that make you who you are What dream shower is that dying fire hidden inside? You are a child, your mother gave birth to you from anger and joy. With the sound of torn silk; You are a child, like Bedouins, you have to find the way you lost in the desert with the poems you memorized The fire you light, the bend you bend, the umbrella you open, the old tree you embrace. You know, my direction is a soft composition hidden in its full…
In one word, the slogan of love I seek is your heart Do you have hope, the words that I clipped while the receipt of your heart, tell me are you there for happiness? The secrets hidden in the dream season, every butterfly that lands in your hair is perhaps more disappointment than I can count. The pictures I draw for my sadness, the willow joys of tomorrow in its uncertainty, the shouts pouring out at work, the unseasonable departures that suffocate my loneliness like a…
There was really no love in everything you went through What dream are you hiding in your cry, or are you a drop falling into my twitching eyes, I'm crying with eternity. That thick silence in my slovenly soul and the dark of the night that reads was a glimmer of hope hidden in his eyes, whereas in the magical presence of loneliness playing with darkness, yesterday was a temperamental song that I played from the composition of the universe. Loneliness. It's after I put my…
You are the Nameless Poetry Book of My Unclaimed Letters If a person is incompetent; their dreams hurt too! Then he starts looking for meanings in life. With you I understood that my beautiful; God gives beauty and money to whomever he wants. The building block of art is women; Without them, we would be nothing more than ashes. You are my filter of beauty, my darling. There's nothing like writing sheet music to beautiful new songs with you. Ladies have a good dream because…
I Bury My Loneliness Among Crowds I Don't Know! Again, my eyes were far away. I had blacked out my eyes and I was ruling that I wasn't seen as much as I couldn't see, then a huge separator appeared before my eyes, I couldn't choose the color and I didn't know that it was manifested with the most purpose. My inner voice is silent, and I am more insensitive than I have ever been. It was as if the words were hidden around me, moving away from me. Feel. Live your…
I Write With My Feelings That Are Hard to Repair Was it a dream that I passed away? As for life, or where I take my revenge on myself and smell my soul with the feeling of migration! Even though I had developed a belief that I was actually immune to the pen's relative impulses, I still couldn't adjust it. here are the ones that made me feel like a couch grass like living and dying and not being able to discern, whereas life was not going well because of people who are the…
My first book and my first autograph and My Mom was the only one I think my way fell on you after the day I vacationed my dreams. While I was in a hurry to wipe the tears that fell from my eyes, I was convinced that I had fallen out of favor with the whole world for days in my struggle with my pen and myself. My identity yesterday. I keep my soul hidden in the moment. And when I say that I perceive the breaks in the cycle I take at half time as surrender to eternity, I open…
My Silence Before The Storm Was Hidden In My Imaginary Route! My dreams are veiled, friends: With sadness and hope and dreams! I offer a bow to the universe. Whatever my family didn't miss, I was missing piece by piece. I stretched first. Then, when I said I was shorter, the black hole swallowed me and when I was stuck in my throat, I was thrown back, I succumbed to an unknown power when I was actually going to write a letter with a burnt tip to myself. I didn't have an…
Sometimes I want to stare into someone's eyes for hours I am on the pendulum of the sky that gives room to dreams. The night, lost in the rhythm of love, and the words that pour out the blue, flow syllable syllable. The hum of the universe does not cease, the pain and the whirlwind for which we perish. Love is a color. Living in a depression. Mortal butterfly whose motto winks at joy and hope. The memory hidden in the day is the remainder of the life in the day... What he…
I was pure like an angel with a broken wing and hugged everyone I was in the season of love again. I opened my wings to all people who carry love and happiness in their hearts. I flew like a seagull bird in the sky. And I floated among the white clouds like in a magical dream. I was not afraid, I trusted everyone. I didn't believe they would stab me in the back and hurt me. I loved living with all people in a loving and good spirit. I did not feel fear and insecurity But bad…
My real existence is what's left of the suitcases where I stacked my tears I go on a journey with a suitcase full of tears. I don't have the slightest idea where the journey is, without knowing what I'm going to get on at which stop. You are the rebellious demon of the rising dirt. My bubbling heart... A dream that I miss without seasons and has no echo is the only scene I see every time I close my eyes. Death awaits to be served in the freezer, but I am immortal, in fact,…
I thought true love had immunity I was a dream traveler. The reality of loving and fond of my dreams before. Falling words, a huge patch hidden in my sewn wound, chameleon joys inside me. The day I fell. I'm running for myself. The rotten breath of the demon whose evil I cursed. I was a prisoner of dreams and fond of people but loved from afar, and sometimes I ran and jumped into their laps... Most of it was hidden before me. Less after that. What a kind supplication that I…
My mind began to fill with unformable concepts Today is rain cloud imitation. I will tell you about the footprints of a morning when I woke up with the sound of rain. Dripping raindrops are falling from the sky. In front of my window, they make tiny noises as if they were talking from ear to ear. Big and small, they are banging on the windows one after the other, as if they are saying we are here. Do you believe the drops whispering poems? I believed, I kissed every drop…
I guess I still managed to stay innocent It's not wild dreams, it's what I knit. That single drop of tear that dripped from the shroud of the night when you were the addressee of a silky sadness. In order to meet with mercy. I am not very popular, whose mercy I actually keep hidden inside me. What I reported from the climates is my transparent wound left in the summer. In the middle of a patched dream, the monolithic melancholy is in the folds and here are the feelings that…
My child heart is hidden in the power of prayers If you are the echo of a dream. It's not enough, my dear, just think again. If it falls from my eyes and the light of loneliness does not go out. I'm hidden in a dew, when I'm not as free as the bird that hurts me like a raw berry, or the bird whose sawdust I hastily swept away like chewed words and landed on the window sill. It's too late. If it doesn't pass, it's my own. Maybe people love love while incompetent people hidden…
For a brief moment, you didn't look back and see me I'm having a dream again, the scream of the day. I keep silent as I stare in fear. Actually, I wanted to tell you first. I couldn't. It was a habit that lasted for years on my tongue, I thought it would be solved with your name. Turns out I was wrong in the worst way. How could I explain to someone who never lived? I collect new memories at night. For example, I have a dream in which the sky is divided into two. An opening…
It Was Good Even Missing You, Darling! Are you dressed in solitude, my darling? You were a traveling pain hidden in clusters of dreams, while you and the pupil of your love were growing with longing. Then you disappeared in the magic and mist of love, the unending call of sadness based on my temple every time the dawn breaks out in its mist. You opened in acacias. You extinguished in the fire of love and remained silent. By the side of the sky, on the railing of which I am…
I would never have thought that I was presented to the devil's table Hope for days. It is a mild shower of dreams where I get wet, whereas the streets are dry, like my mouth, dry like my lips, every bit of the universe, the soldier of the earth, the sky. Patience of the seasons. The prayers that I read inside me like an amulet attached to the sky dome, and the tremulous wind, the breeze of which chills the heart. I'm a canteen, maybe hidden for a lifetime. A touchstone…
So many words I haven't used in a lifetime have escaped from my Memory The argument of a dynamic mercy and the only place where I breathe in an arrogant atmosphere where words are poured out one by one. That harmonious flutter that I heard my head leaning against the chest of my pen. What if the subject is deep? After living in the deep. Luscious grains of sand are my favorite of the hourglass: the cheerful sound of the cuckoo poking its head every hour. The festivity in my…
I Sprouted My Joys in the Dark Winter Times On this journey, I try to be content with where life takes me. And I'm learning to accept that I don't have all the answers to the questions in my head and it's okay. Instead of trying to find my own way in everything, I'm finally learning to accept what the universe has prepared for me. I'm slowly learning to accept certain things for myself now. I'm learning not to force things, even if it's hard. I have come to accept the fact…
I've always looked for the way to freedom The wind that cools the nooks and crannies of my heart. In a moment of anxiety And love hand claw sofa With the endless heat of words… All day long at the fountain of broken hours We met on the wing of a wounded pigeon We washed the fear that bled in our souls Those who lost their sadness admire us now A book that looks at our soul. I embraced the sky because it was my Lord: who loved me, who made me love me. The wind in me was…
No matter how hard I resist, sometimes I lose hope Sometimes a song I listen to takes me back years. The memories that hurt inside me made me sad. Sometimes memories went back to school years. I think there is a fun class in every semester of school years. It was the same with us: I have never forgotten those funny days in our classroom, the beautiful memories we sometimes laughed and cried. I don't want to forget either. Love is beyond longing Like a warm sun after a rain.…
Whispers in my plea to the curtain of freedom Do you know which one you are experiencing? Most of us associate all these feelings with "Love" First of all, I would like to mention that these feelings among people are and can be perceived and experienced differently by everyone. Maybe love is a mystery, and people keep chasing after this mystery, most of the time they can't meet it, or even never actually. Love is actually that deep desire to meet the person you can't meet. A…
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