...Not only my eyes, but even the roses feel wilted while I’m waiting you
...Not only my eyes, but even the roses feel wilted while I’m waiting you
It seems hard for us to meet , when our trysting place is nothing but a written line ; Where our seats are made out of fragile words , out of which we fall
, as soon as they fall apart
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That was great
Thanks
Best wishes
There were a circumstances that crushed the two hearts, perhaps
Happy to see you. pain
reproaches me… it blames me for abandoning my calm… but it’s the injustice that bothered me
It’s ok
Where did you get all this cruelty
?
From the tragedies I went through
forcibly
Do you think that you are after all this painful dimension to my heart
!
You will find me when you come back
?!
You didn’t know me ..
A message from my daughter
I didn’t understand her writing, but it
suggests love
People who only care about the external appearance do not arouse you anything, just like large and luxurious tombs, what is their use if they are dead inside
..
Forgetting the absent intentionally is a duty
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