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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 sad.
My inner voice, which accompanies the nights I have seizures, is offended. Their land is dry. Drops of mercy are not falling.
My fingers are grappling with the edge of my mind. It wasn't a refrain I believed; It was to sip hope and love as sherbet.
They deemed it worthy of a farewell bolt on the door of my heart that I left offended, and they threw earth on it so that it would not breathe.
I remember every morning a hope, every sunrise a flower that has just opened.
I stretched curtains of tulle over my precious gaze, which I sprinkled at intersections on its sparkling roads.
I scatter the stranded memories between the scissors, and I lay ulamas of colored cloth at the base of my heart.
My sentences are saying goodbye. With love and hope. I do not lament after my sentences that bear witness to my groans.
I'm blowing my prison years out of their cages now. I take the rusty lock of the cage door that I bolted out of my trunk.
I want halal from my wasted hours, from my brain that turned into a garbage dump. Then my eyes turn to my left. My soul groaning under my misty eyes. I told him that you didn't stray from the way you know and you couldn't be understood. Forgive yourself. There are some other than us. You are with me, I am with you.
I bid farewell to the shadow of all foggy clouds. I spent my life letter by letter, syllable syllable; The adjustment of my feelings in the grip of time when I gave up on myself while consuming has long passed.
If we are allowed to say START from the port before the ship has sailed before our Lord, our lips are thankful.
Despite everything, we continue to live the struggle.
The weight of our saddlebag and our non-scabbing wounds should not derail us from our path. If we are armed with love and hope.
Let's sing such kisses to the footprints of the past that even deaf sultans can hear it.
Let's say goodbye for the last time to those who try to destroy us.
My darling today - Poetry
In the third year of my absence
I opened the door of yesterdays with you.
It occurred to me that we walked all the streets
We get wet under the rain
When eye to eye
He apocalypse in our hearts
And exactly the happiest person in the world
When I say mine, take me to the cruelty of this world