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.

Hidden from the view
Laid down within a white shell of spiral
Commenced
a new chapter of life
Looked at the burning sun
Through these tiniest pores
Looks were a call through the oceans
Fishes were invited by the shell
To narrate each party evening
Of the little white pearls
In quiet dark, in silence.

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.

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

I love the painting on the wall
Ivy by the window
The baby cactus next to it
I love the baby cactus next to it

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.

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.

I want to write a letter for him
In the letter , I'll explain more everything about the life
As not that difficult
In the back room where luck resides, life's still a stroll through the road.

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.

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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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

Oh, beautiful bird
Rest up on my shoulder,

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

بوی گل یاس
بوی عطر یاس
بوی نوبهار
بوی گل عطر سیب
بوی رز نو
I love poetry
Jasmine made me a world full of venture
Jasmine is a scent of floral babish
Jasmine is a wave of difficulty
Jasmine makes my life beautiful

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,

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

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

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

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.

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,

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.
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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.

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.

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 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

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.

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..

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.

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!
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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.

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,,.

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.

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.

walking beyond the hours as days
looking for a piece of solace,
on the identical time as I emerge as beaten with loneliness
annoying this existence entire of hatred
and cherished someone who in no manner existed

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 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??

Self-love is a sacrifice,
Do it.

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.

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

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

When I was writting in an endless way to ponder over
It was entirely a new direction for me to step in

It was then, at a preparation of the get gathering
Alot and full of the sweet stories has happened,Meanwhile,
during the grandmother plans of a party to the house.
Once , and an object to the day before.
A lengthy hour prevails a new friendship.

In my mind, A beautiful way to flourish is it,  for me.
Prevails a strive for thee.
Life's and its all about a story of success for me and thee.

I, on my own, having an objective,,,,
Of a ship and a master,,
Whereas I'd find of any ocean
of a still and peaceful.

Childhood narrates an unfulfilled story of a non-present years
In my fantasy, I wish that voice of the sweet pieces of the childish. stories.

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.

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

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.