Oh, my dear
Your love is a shut door
You're far away, and I'm not sure how to tell you that I love you
I'm not sure where it'll lead
I know nothing about you or how you would react if you knew someone liked you.

For a while in the garden
Willing to be happy like a child
Among some old friends
Sing a song for children
But this is not the best area to bring your darkness
Happy people with these masks on their faces chat and laugh with an inward sigh.
Dog pets looking for food kneel
The mothers sing a memorized rhyme with their children
And what's interesting is that some mistakes in singing and the poems aren't completely sung.
I'm looking forward to sitting in the corner of this room and writing some notes
Swing is considered a good place for this,
but the corner of this small room is a good place for me
The alley garden seems to be very depressing
But wandering in it doesn't remind me of good memories.
Maybe I'm seeking comfort in the corner of this garden

Sunday, on the 29th of June
I was having a great time as delightful
It was only my first experience, to the bakery of the road entrance
There was a good feeling buying a three loaf of bread
And only today I was having a great day,
To meet the shoppers.

They turned the page in silence again,
Last night in the moments of my short-term delight,
The replacement event didn't replace her nighttime stories
Yeah, the white verse wasn't a great idea
As we were circling the kotatsu
Grandma left her life when she didn't know that we would not be able to replace the nightly stories she was telling with a gathering that was not so friendly and quiet.

They're chit-chatting with each other tonight in the living room.
I like how they keep each other busy with their friendly talks.
I'm sitting with my hand under my chin, waiting for whatever can keep me busy.
At the same time even though I'm a little stressed,
I despise these kinds of thoughts coming to my mind and never leaving me alone.

living many years of my life,
Maybe I've been entangled in this feeling;
To perhaps there's a chance for a reunion
Reflecting on oneself ,
and perhaps there's a chance for being listening
as to the one thousand and one nights the sweets of a tale.
Yet, there's a share of the nightly stories of grandma
Alongside of it,
As if there's a oppurtunity for a nevertheless a time passing interest.

When being an example and a model for those beauty of, whenever it takes
A solo share of grabbing ones heart,
I am too enthusiastic and however about a story of you
Just as the entire day
that unfolding the wings of care and tenderness.
maybe I'd  find a one split of the portion from yours love
When it's all about you in this affection..
If to me, there's a bit  of the memories from the Many past years long
and marks in addition anything,
of a sevineur

when being in love,thee
For I am in love with you
And having a care, of you
For I'm to protect, me, I adore you.

living many years of my life,
Maybe I've been entangled in this feeling;
To perhaps there's a chance for a reunion
Reflecting on oneself ,
and perhaps there's a chance for being listening
as to the one thousand and one nights the sweets of a tale.
Yet, there's a share of the nightly stories of grandma
Alongside of it,
As if there's a oppurtunity for a nevertheless a time passing interest.

When being an example and a model for those beauty of, whenever it takes
A solo share of grabbing ones heart,
I am too enthusiastic and however about a story of you
Just as the entire day
that unfolding the wings of care and tenderness.
maybe I'd  find a one split of the portion from yours love
When it's all about you in this affection..
If to me, there's a bit  of the memories from the Many past years long
and marks in addition anything,
of a sevineur

when being in love,thee
For I am in love with you
And having a care, of you
For I'm to protect, me, I adore you.

When I travel through time,
I recognize the past as painful
and the future as full of hope,
With all the desires of me , located in
I wish I could travel to a dreamland and find the lost wishes.

with the arrival of thebspring,there's a chance for a self care emotionally
I feel the lantern light,,,
of the white and the red curtain,I  feel the beats of the wind
crawling however the huff and puff
howls the wind,,,,
in my little room I feel the unicorn feel the hammer beat of the breeze,
on this overwhelming contentment,
it's nostalgic and inside the shell of the autumn so near so far.

In winter, when the flakes of snow falls down
There has got to be a moment before
Where the fall season have got a heavy weight of the winter ready.
What a lovely moment of the summer turns into a season Fall.
Rest in It's warm serenity of rainbow is bounty of the Fall seasonal.

It's only of a many-hued, colorful occasion of a year that is the rains of the start to fall.
On the cheeks of the pumpkin seasonal is an autumn colored and blush
Only in September of every year
There's a shade tone on features.
While every one couldve fall in love with
When it's only one week early and everything fashioned by the brown pigment
Every piles from the luck chances is by the means of the eliminating a depression,,
As of the every autumnal evening turns into a memory of sadly nostalgia.
And the total sum up the color of the red, brown ,yellow and orange, designed neatly at the each side to side
Together with the each of the features of autumn.
Such tender resides with the every quality in autumnal reminiscence.

A very windy night
The wind howls, whipping against the wooden window
where the spider has woven his web,
and a trembling silence fills the air in the cottage.
The shadows have been summoned by the night,
and the light fluttering has been seen for miles.
Every dark, a young man walks down this silent road,
already familiar with the paths.
The rustling of the leaves through each traveler's walking shifts the night silence,
and the wind runs straight and knocks on the cottage door.

The narrow uncrowded lanes,  lives in the memory
When life's in 1990s
On the top of the urban lifestyle.

the summertime season is a great climate,
The one which couldn't have anybody enjoy it in another season
And breathing The springtime climate,
is a choice that might have absolutely each person reveals in oneself
The scent of the moisture and the muddy soil imbued with the rain Falls

with the arrival of thebspring,there's a chance for a self care emotionally
I feel the lantern light,,,
of the white and the red curtain,I  feel the beats of the wind
crawling however the huff and puff
howls the wind,,,,
in my little room I feel the unicorn feel the hammer beat of the breeze,
on this overwhelming contentment,
it's nostalgic and inside the shell of the autumn so near so far.

My imagination soars
and transports me to another world regularly
Concerning the fact that the earth has been the source of wonderfulness that has already come from a magical place in the sky,
However, The sky above is already gloomy.
Beamed with the flames of old grief and long-term hatred,
I am snatched by the wings of this dream that is a road
I'd like to walk through the nearby alleys, which are already nostalgic.
.
.
.
The sky has become much more painful as it watches the shakes of the despair heights in here,
but the earth is also present, to embrace the ashes of your corpse.
The weather is rainy, and there is obvious nostalgia for a nearby house as far away as a quiet cottage not so,  far away.
Poetry is an unforgettable experience, accompanying every second of the mind involved in my life.
The clock is a panic taker as it slowly counts down the loneliness minutes.
The sky has a word and frames it on a wall dedicated to causing the mind to begin another adventure.

Crossed the borders of limited mind
You would have preferred to write poetry!
As you wished for
To the whole folks around.
This feeling can not be removed that easily.
Everything is something to write about
Life
Love
Upsetting
Reconcile
Stared on twilight,
Take a time with yourself;
for a chunk of comfort.
selected a corner
and allow the phrases to come into your thoughts as they're already inspired, did you know?!
Buying an ice cream is whatever refreshing and
you presently do now not make excuses and
respect your feelings.

She was accompanied by a beggar,
in her previous night's dream at the end of a
crowded street.
side by side, within these nightly dreams
She Spun in the Sea,
with the Sky Stars Above,
Peacefully and quiet.
She'd already turned her gaze to the full moon.
She felt relief from the agony that had kept her awake all night;
For a brief moment, she decided to remove her vanity.
The pigeons on the roof of a nearby house’s carefree
sounded like they were trying to type a few nice positively verses
as they were noisily cooing
then pinching on food
about her new manners was a great example of a thoughtful person.
And stopped thinking about the bad luck fate.
Her forehead was drenched in a cold sweat.
She had forgotten about the bad fate because she was so tired from many years ago.
With the nightly sad humming promised hers,
they clicked on the depressing one.
During this quiet period
Finally and forever!
.
.
.
The clouds are being blown away by the wind.
And the people behind the happy masks send an invitation to their friends who are heavily involved in a quiet time.

The weather was cold and dark and the road was covered with Snow
Only you could see the footprint of a smuggler running into the cabin while he was panicking in the snow,
A cottage near there and I tracked his footprint into the cottage.

The ivy in the yard, next to the grape tree, began slowly growing and falling for grapevine, eventually covering it.
They became entwined and put an end to separations.
Raindrops were felt on each side, providing a nice view of the area.

I'm searching for the miracle of life,
life's an ocean
A boat
to the mountain of difficulties, it's a saviour
Life s a boat
A escape
Like Noah's ark to the top of the heights

as an ivy entwined with the stems,
there's an untamed and greenish
as i just below the epidermis, i reside
every time i lose myself
into a share of a moment with you,
and to split up a very happy exprience with you,
life is to see the vastness of the ocean,
only next to you,
life's about creating yourself.

I want relief from this pain
I want relief from this pain
I want back then ,,,
to the first, lucky guy I was,
I want years before
Having fun and ever it felt like
If a pen and a paper smooths out my loneliness
Then I seek refuge in them

Grasped this gloomy thoughts,,,
Inside my little room at the moment,,
Overflowingly with the gloomy emotion,
As it's on the paper and the pen records and every disillusioned,,,

Strolled off a long way
Whether I'm weighed with a heavy heart
And I can talk about, for hours long
And you would be listening to the each and every words within my thoughts,,

I want an ounce of your care and attention
For I am a page inside my life's book
Whenever it describes a one just despair,

Wandering through the non distance way of a road
Whenever it defines a feeling of blue
And only non-side with you by my side
To the end road and only through the solitary long road.
And only to the big moments of my time, lonesome.
And you would be my company afterwards and next
Whilst the dust of nostalgic ,,, us , way too heavy.
At the center of a heartfelt note I'm looking for a way to open heart,
And that extended road for a missing prevails no long distant anymore

The beautiful solitary is my way of thinking,
Soaked up in its warmth.

The loneliest lane,,
Over the silent alley garden Is my best moment of back and from the childhood.
One can call out a unique minute.

Theres a face as a beauty and inside a full moon of yours,
there's only one love inside my heart
sweep of the feet.

in a worry I was searching for you,
What a company IS a presence IIS in mine ASKING.

In what part of my heart exists
And is only one residence of the pride as you are.
And for what reason I am too passionate.

When lived in a glimmer of a memory I love you.
Greatly and much.

When my will branch out,,
and grow as a wish and desires.

When lived in a memory I loved you.
Into the spiral figure as the reminiscent.

I will love you
Loving you..

I want my happiness being for you.
Come round,
I am so contented
Of each and every moment.
For this reason.
Because of this;

Much having of a good time;
In the lap of each and every seconds,
Were Having fun, thee.

You were truly right
And I was in the struggle of lifelongings,
Meanwhile, in a better shape.

You were hiding in a safe corner,
At the back of the nightly stories of the grandmother's book.
As the sweet stories of the TIME
You would be look like.

Realizing in yourself
You challenge me
For you are streghten in me

For I am in a challenge,  inside
Streghten in you
Interaction is for me and you.

Love invites me and a life test is in my way
I remain in an argue , SO with me
With love
Why am I so lonely??

WITH love,,,
I ,
And you at the emotional opposition.
With being circumstances,
In life phenomena.

However, I have an aspiration of to be get out of that situation;
For the time being, there's  a voice of CALLING, as a roar to the end parting.

I just needed to get away for a bit,
To collect my thoughts.

As the existence is a play, I want that as a definition of the mine caring,
when it defines and describes the best traits from you.

Suchlike, just oneself and
To you

Would I want alot in this heading of an actuality
As you take into consideration,
And I want,
Of the same voice,,,,
As you would be.

As in at the same time,
Meeting you for the first time

دیشب در خیابان یک گربه دیدم
از گربه گریختم
و سر به بیابان سگی دیدم
آن را نگهی گریختم
و تو را سرابی بیش ندیدم
Last night I saw a cat on the street
I Escaped, from the furry ball,
Head to the dessert, I'd seen a dog
And Get a way from the furry animal
And nothing ,only a mirage ,was your picture in my mind
I like you,

I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.

I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.

When I was born, you were like an angel.
waiting for me to pass through the Heavenly door you just designed and constructed

Life is whereas
Amidst a chaos
In the ocean of your willing.

Inclined to a Imagining,
within an innovation compose by you,
There's an each part of me, visualize.

Within a daydreaming, there's an I
In my mind.

I'm lost in thoughts,
Of the sweet and depth in thinking,

Wandering alley in alleys
That remains only inside, a regret of mine,
And only now, my thread of thoughts is excisting for one hourly long.

But you're not imprisoned within the chaos of the obsession,yet.

However, Within a set of thoughts for you,
I can still exprience a stroke over the sweet ocean of life with you.

Inclined to a Imagining,
within an innovation compose by you,
There's an each part of me, visualize.

Within a daydreaming, there's an I
In my mind.

I'm lost in thoughts,
Of the sweet and depth in thinking,

Wandering alley in alleys
That remains only inside, a regret of mine,
And only now, my thread of thoughts is excisting for one hourly long.

But you're not imprisoned within the chaos of the obsession,yet.

However, Within a set of thoughts for you,
I can still exprience a stroke over the sweet ocean of life with you.

A ******* the street,
With the breeze and accompanying
was looking for a small dream,
A dream that in its early years have become walking the holes of the streets.
The girl's feet were wounded by the forces of the time but
she was very determined.
Yes! Her little dream was as powerful as her laborious hand;
She was harmless, full of poet's feelings, And such an ocean of goodness.
And her kindness and her little dream had been the talks of numerous girls.
She modified into naked feet
And wearing Torn clothes.
she modified into ambitious with a hint of childish dream in her hear

There's a hollow ready to describing the gentle kisses.
There's an empty area of the gentle kisses.

I'll have a chance of that opportunity to show up;
When a devotion designates me.

There's a give away to the entire day,
The current Chance of the gifted.

At that point in time as a usual and a sunny day of bright.
Of which I'd follow one only wishes.
Chasing my dreams,
Trying to find a trace of love,,,
A trace of you.

To lose ones self,
At a moment of a lifetime.

One moment at a moment,,,
To immerse having a whole of a time.
Immersed in bliss
Overwhelmed by happiness.

There's a hollow ready to describing the gentle kisses.
There's an empty area of the gentle kisses.

I'll have a chance of that opportunity to show up;
When a devotion designates me.

There's a give away to the entire day,
The current Chance of the gifted.

At that point in time as a usual and a sunny day of bright.
Of which I'd follow one only wishes.
Chasing my dreams,
Trying to find a trace of love,,,
A trace of you.

To lose ones self,
At a moment of a lifetime.

One moment at a moment,,,
To immerse having a whole of a time.
Immersed in bliss
Overwhelmed by happiness

Self-love is a sacrifice,
Do it.

on the other side, to the one and only particular tales of nightly, there's from the beauty, of a doll stuffed toys of,
There's a play of a big world from the elegance.
One can find a gateway for a taught entertainment.
No matter how I'm any occupied mind of that
There's an of peculiar way to tell a story of a world as an amusing.to have taught me.
It's a drama
Of a child's play
To stand out
And even a motion object.
I want taking that part of the easy to learn luckily of a daydreaming as from the child's play.
Marks a piece of the childlike manner of you.
To be learnt and having an efficacy of a world full of an entertaining.
For me
By you
Of equivalents
And that orb is one moment of reaching out for the writting to memorize.

I woke up and remembered it was my birthday
the 29th of December!
I knew I will have a good day despite it doesn't get celebrated
I knew I would have fun in any way
I gave a big present to myself and it's called happiness
I didn't celebrate my birthday because I couldn't afford it
I saved up my money bit by bit so
I paid my family house a quarter of the rent
Even if I never got the present I would have still been happy
And my birthday ended inspiring
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Life could be a trip with ups and downs
I wish to cross the ways to reach the wonderful field and taste the life of unceasing there
I would live , over that area of beauty,
Smell the scent of roses each day
And stroke over the dandelions in each minute of my joy
Laying down gently at each night And looking would be at the sky
How excellent the life will being in, with my dreams , a field of roses.

In my mind, summoned
An idea of the life,
as a Tranquillity , No
A pattern so perpetual as a recollected
O' the past few years ago
In the maze of the most memorable moments of my life I'd lay down within the circumstances unforseen.

When the hot of your sun body touched this cold corpse of mine,
it was the beginning of another chapter of our seconds together and the beginning of our days with us,
last night within the worries of me
This poem was written so beautifully that it bloomed like a tiny red rose,
representing happiness within my unrest.
Squeezing your soft hand in my hand ended the moments of loneliness within this cold body and kissing your hands embraced the future of our lives.

Tik Tok
A reminiscence of the cold and snowy days,
I had become lost in the arms of the night,
Quiet and arid
waited all night
wrapped completely in the dark
loneliness is given to me and only my one company
as I was lost in the vastness of the night like a pigeon
TikTok
is a low-pitched whisper
And the ability to appreciate the lyrics?
time has already passed within one nightmare
TikTok
awoke the next morning
feeling energized
Tiktok
A flashback to the cold and snowy days

in between of a overflowingly a lonely minute of my time, I am to show us a state of a two person, playing of a togetherness.
In a crowded state of an area, I am Somehow one a gloomy thoughts,,
Whenever I am aspiring, amidst a crowd of ,with the friends
You be gaining my affection
Anytime no matter that, I'm a wholehearted willing of ones heart
To be having shown an empathy and compassionate
At anytime no matter if I am to be having that sort of sympathy
With you
And I am as a person being overwhelmed by asking too much

Being in a friendship like you are
Being next to you
Being am lonesome as oneself are
I am to urge a promise
When one's can be loving a humankind
I am to be passion about one melodic of love as you are
Being next to you
Gives a voice to the friendship among a crowds

In a hardship of time I only single you out
In the drama of a lack of willingness with you
I am a definition  of together wellbeing
To be having been in love with a village as to being I and you are
With the childlike wings of fly
I am ability to take a hop.

Love brings peace and tranquility around the scented yellow acacia,

When you grab a pen,often exceeding the limits of imaginaryial,
For me, love means dedication and affection,
Striving to find a trace of love in your heart,

Poetry is one born thing with us
With you I am a miracle,
You still a mirage

Oh, beautiful bird
Rest up on my shoulder,

my family members' over here
visiting us
there's a good feeling for us, after,one period of along time ago
in this house of a quite ambiance
I was stuck for ages
once and for every now and then,
I gifted myself a present
at this moment
at this time
at this chances of every good times
there's a better blessing
better opportunity
to get together
to get gathering
once and every better the days of the months,,.