@trixdawson 19 May 2021 more from that month

Living the Loves From My Childhood

I had a love that I have been in love with since my childhood and I could not end this love with a veil. He is such a lover that although there was no stake I did not eat for him and betrayal that I did not suffer, he tied me to him in such a way that it would be love for those who could break it. I could not find another lover, more sincere than him, and whose words are written in indelible letters in the middle of my heart, I would have dismissed it, but in vain.

It was the first place and when this came into my life, my childhood years, my father introduced me to the deceased, and he stole my heart with such a touching and sincere speech that my father had been gone 27 years ago, but he did not leave me and he did not leave me, as if he was entrusted to me and became integrated with me as a lover. He ate my life, but whether it is halal, is one stance worth a lifetime. It exhausted me from time to time, not only did he touch me from time to time while he was doing hasbihad, but even that touch of him was enough to bind me to him. Whichever environment I went to, he always came with me, you stand there, I will have a deal with them, then I said we will sit with you in a teahouse, and he did not listen, as if he always stood on me like a dress. Sometimes, when I was alone with myself, I said I would go without informing it and let me know when the work is done, but it did not work, as if it was a nest in me and when I said hey think well worth it, I was startled and I said whether it is really worth it, all the work got messed up. We have established a very good friendship, but this friendship has gone beyond being friends, it took my life as a mortgage, it must be from him, it does not help anyone but him, like arabesque lovers, it started to say either you are mine or your black land!

I think my father knew that the deceased would fall in love with the bell ring, he introduced me to this for the first time in life, and we have always been in painful love since that day. The children, who could not bear the courage of this painful love, also set out on their own, saying that such a tight love will tear us away from life, and they closed the door on our faces and started to fall in love with life in ways that everyone is in love with. If this is love, we need love that has many trees planted in the world, who are all around and sometimes steal and play with everyone who took us from us. There is no place for those loves in this world, if we are fooled by their love, the time will come so that the doors will close in our faces, and that we should close those doors today so that at least you are extinct and people live as they wish, they moved away from us.

You will say what kind of love this is, I know you will have those who say whether love hurts. I have always tasted the pain of what I fell in love with, the pain of others trotted and trotted. That's why I think this love kept me up straight, but no one approached, he said there are no winding roads around him. I have been a fan of loves that have a stance since my childhood. I learned my first love from my father. My father was such a lover that he could never give up the stand, the truth he believed if the world came together, but you had to explain and persuade him. If he was convinced and believed in him, he would immediately fall in love with him, too. Could it be that simple to learn love from someone who fell in love with the truth like that, it is in my heart too. The first person I fell in love with was my father because my father had a stand, nor was he in the zone of water or soap. Because he used to tell that those who say neither water nor soap are impure, and that they smell of dirt in every environment. He had a unique stance, and because of this stance, it was in my heart to remain like a man. I fall in love more when I see those who have a posture and carry a spine, who walk under their feet like reptiles to get into each hole, but when they enter a hole, they stick their tongue out and pour their poison around. I am in love with a stance, I pass all the hills beyond that, my love is sacred and it is impossible for it to come down.

My love does not move from hand to hand, it penetrates its owner, lifts him up, even if no one approaches him, he approaches the creator from which everyone escaped. “My place is the ones who stand up in order to be straight and stay that way, and who love with their brains that take all the pains and sufferings for that cause and burn with their heart, and I crown them on my head. In my childhood, I fell in love with the posture my father pointed out, and even if it exhausts me, can people give up their love, if they really love him. What a beautiful childhood love, isn't it? May God give everyone the opportunity to live the loves that come from their childhood. If one day it breaks, my heart knows that I recorded my name in my love's death notebook. I invite everyone to review their love one more time, wishing that we will be the ones who live with you and who have died with you and who have love to fall in love with.

Broken flower - Poetry Sadness surrounded all of its leaves, Did the blowing winds scatter you? Is that why you bent your neck? Whereas you were the last flower of the winter season, Have they palmed their hands? They broke and faded their color, Didn't they know your value too? You wait anyway, the sun shines, it rains, Mother Earth comes to life again, you sprout, Spring comes, butterflies settle on its branch, Well, the nightingales sing for you, The trees call and whisper from their branches, You listen to the rhythm of peace from the heart, A composition is made for your fragility, Love speaks from language to language, Imeras surround the sky again, My eyes cry with raindrops. Maybe a fairy tale or a lived story, What difference does it make you are in it.