#ghani
This is a new year,
And I have decided in it
To melt in your love
Like a delicate rose.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
Just listen closely
So, the moonlight may sparkle in your eyes
Silence may fade from your lips
And joy may shine in your nights
Just listen closely
So, you may capture moments of laughter
Sparkle with the flowers
And see the magic of shy eyes
Just listen closely
To feel the whispers of the evening
Live the tales of travelers
And hear the heartbeats of lovers
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
I will melt in love
like a dazzling butterfly,
And like a dreamy goose,
I will drown in its lake.
When your sigh reaches my pain,
it will light a candle.
And when you look deep into my heart,
you will find only you.
Let these hands know
something of my longing.
Please, know well
that my flowers await your fingers,
and my lips await your kiss.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
I love our pond and its damp grass,
where the spring always sleeps.
And hearts are cold,
for I am a cold man.
I truly love our sleeping pond,
and its red cheeks on winter nights.
I remember when my mother made it a hat.
My mother knew pond spirits well.
She told me that the pond was a gypsy girl.
And that she was a fairy who told drowned but kind tales.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
The trees,
The flowers
Are feelings
The waterfalls
The rivers
Are feelings
The snow,
The water
Are feelings
The sand,
The rocks
Are feelings.
But
Our walls are perfect
They block any love
They block any warmth.
Our walls are great at killing our days.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
We are people who adore the colors of flowers
And the sound of waterfalls,
But what do we do if our souls are stolen
In broad daylight?
Here, the streets, cafes, and markets overflow with tenderness.
The dresses, perfumes, and bags have a different flavor.
But what do we do if our faces have been stolen
In the free trade zone?
The river is friendly here,
And the trees too.
Even the wind is friendly here.
But what do we do
If our hearts are stolen on a gloomy night?
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 6:56 AM UTC
How can those glances remain in my heart?
They touch my soul so lightly.
I am now but a shadow of those glances,
so do not try to see my face.
Glances like sunlight and birdsong.
Speak a little, for silence kills everything.
If it weren't for this terrible silence,
all this sadness would not have happened.
A silence behind which lost glances hide,
And killed dreams.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
How can those glances remain in my heart?
They touch my soul so lightly.
I am now but a shadow of those glances,
so do not try to see my face.
Glances like sunlight and birdsong.
Speak a little, for silence kills everything.
If it weren't for this terrible silence,
all this sadness would not have happened.
A silence behind which lost glances hide,
And killed dreams.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
We are peasants from the South.
We don't know how to lie.
We stand in the middle of a river.
I mean, far from lying.
Because we are peasants.
We inherited blind harm.
We are the sons of blind harm.
There is no dust on our hands.
No blood on our coats.
Only because we are loving and simple.
We are harmed.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 3:24 AM UTC
Now,
All I see are our dry leaves.
Now,
Know that we are in a time of thirst,
And your heart is faint as an illusion.
Now,
Hope hides like a wakefulness in the darkness.
My heart is a city of sadness.
Now,
Our birds are colorless,
And the flowers of love are just stories of tears.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
I'm sorry,
I forgot my face and my voice.
Now I am faceless and voiceless,
and I don't remember the songs of my lost trees.
Believe me,
I know that this world has inspiring songs,
and that the sky has beautiful colors,
but what can I do
if all of our colors were stolen in broad daylight?
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC
As you know,
love is an unexplained beautiful thing,
but we know it very well.
It is a postponed happiness,
its slender fingers draw
colored butterflies on our cheeks,
and its broken hearts
sings songs of absence
Love isn't easy.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
When the war stories end,
you will find me in its smoky corners, trembling violently.
Look at my water, it is *****
and look at my future, it is empty.
I am the son of war.
My memory has been kneaded with its deadly dances.
Then I emerged from the rubble,
an echo of smoke and blood.
*
Because I am a son of war,
I have a wild passion to smash all the morning flowers,
to drink all the milk of Australian cows,
to destroy all the trees of the cedar forest.
For here, in my chest, a hateful flame with a destructive voice.
It shatters all the beautiful mirrors
Here, in my chest, is a wild passion to **** the dreams of the moon.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
Let me dream a little, for I am a man who hasn't known dreams for a long time. I don't know how to read words of love. Let me live a moment of illusion that will steal me away from this gray world, for this heart is a river of long absence.
You are the most beautiful thing that has happened in my life, and your love is the most beautiful page of my days. How can you possess me to this extent? And how can your blue eyes shine with such great joy?
My love for you is something I cannot describe, my feelings for you are something indescribable, and your smile is something indescribable. So let me dream a little before my happiness with you fades.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
How does it happen? I am a brown-skinned peasant from the South who fell in love with a blue-eyed writer, who might once have been from the North.
She is a distinguished, beloved writer who feels the pain of the people and seeks to lift injustice from their shoulders. She writes about politics, which I know nothing about. It is said that politicians have theories and ideas, while I sit among the bean fields, hearing nothing but the chirping of birds and seeing nothing but the flow of the river.
She is the shortcut to beauty, creativity, pure thought, and profound wisdom, while I am that simple peasant who knows nothing about love or the Detian Falls.
How can she penetrate my loneliness? I am a peasant wandering alone among the fields. I had no idea that someone who falls in love with a writer becomes someone who loves reading and poetry.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
Suddenly, you are in front of me
In all your glory.
I speak to you gently
And look at you tenderly
Because you are something precious.
You are the whisper of the moon
And the truth I miss.
فجأة
فجأةً، أنت أمامي
بكل مجدك.
فاحدثك بحنان
وانظر اليك بكل رقة
لأنك شيء ثمين
أنت همسة القمر
والحقيقة التي أفتقدها.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
I love the moon because its smile is as bright as your soul. It whispers in the ear of my dreams, telling me a long, never-ending story about you. And I don't want it to end.
In those distant, yet precious moments, the moon touches me gently and tenderly, showing me your face. It is adept at describing your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, and your warmth. O strange moon, how does it know you are this warm and tender?
It sits me on your shore in that warm world. It holds the water in its hands, coloring me with it like a morning butterfly, and wets me like a kitten. How happy I am with you.
One day, it whispered in my ear, "I will bring you her smile and her warm spirit." Then, there you were, in all your splendor and light. I embraced you tenderly because you are something precious and valuable.
You are the moon's whisper, the truth I miss.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
I try to hide my flowers
So you don't see
The traces of your love on my face
انا احاول ان اخفي ازهاري
لكي لا تري
اثار حبك على وجهي
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
My heart is so bright, not because of its soft whiteness, but because of the dreams that dwell in my chest thanks to your blue eyes.
I tried, like any story, to hide my flowers so you wouldn't see the trace of your love on my face.
My waters are warm, and all these phrases don't hide my longing for you. Yes, I am a prisoner of my longing for you, and it's not strange to see in my heart all the wishes that hide their dreams with a silent veil.
I am a story of longing; my rivers are nothing but a legendary face of waiting, and my boats are nothing but calls that know no destination but you.
I am your lover who hides his love with all happiness.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
I will love you in deep silence and from a wide distance. I will love you without a sound, a whisper, or a song. I will love you without telling you or pointing you out.
I will love you with every distance, with every despair, and with every absence. I will love you with deep absence and deep separation. I will love you from afar, look at you from afar, and be happy with you from afar. I will love you secretly and privately, between me and myself, and I will not tell anyone about my love, not even you.
I will love you forever until the end of life, but in silence and as far away as a star.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
Your morning refreshes my heart. It tells me that love is something dazzling, and that it is a companion like your gentle soul.
A morning with you is something different, for you are the jewel of the sea that only a legendary lover can understand.
Your morning is delicate but also wise,where your voice is as enchanting as your blue eyes. Yes, your charm is something dazzling.
you were sitting there in all the light, and I couldn't get enough of looking at you. How could I get enough of looking at you when longing overwhelms me?
I couldn't help but greet you and seek you out. You are my eternal destiny.
Your morning was filled with longings hidden behind eyes and words. In fact, it was like listening to you with my heart, for you are the only one in the world who speaks to my heart.
Your morning made me a legendary lover.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
Here, far from you, thirst inhabits the eyelashes of my eyes that long for you. The sunset has exhausted me, for there are no birds here, no bright colors.
Here, far from you, silent moments steal me and the joy of my morning. When will you rise? When will the colors of dawn rise from the distant galaxies? Then my celebration will be great with you.
Here, far from you, I dream of a cheerful smile hidden among your shores. Oh, my dearest one, teach me a warm nighttime sigh and a gentle morning smile.
Here, far from you, I learn nothing but silence and solitude that steal my breath. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes every day. They're the only thing that makes me feel like myself and come out of my loneliness.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
My love, I trust you, because you are something full of truth and clear as the sun. My love, I trust you as I trust my eyes and my hands. Be my eyes with which I see your blue eyes, and be my hands with which I caress your rosy lips.
My pure and clear love, you are a river, you are a moon, and you are a soft nighttime story. My love, how I trust you, I trust your words, I trust your looks, I trust your whispers and your gestures.
My beautiful love, how wonderful you are! How delicate, and how soft you are. And how much I trust you. My love, I trust you, so do you trust me?
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC