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

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.

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.

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.
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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.

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!
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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.

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.

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'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

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 saw a dog
Get a way from the furry animal
And nothing ,only a mirage ,was your picture
I like you,

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

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

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.

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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
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is a low-pitched whisper
And the ability to appreciate the lyrics?
time has already passed within one nightmare
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awoke the next morning
feeling energized
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A flashback to the cold and snowy days

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

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,

Oh, beautiful bird
Rest up on my shoulder,

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.

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,,.

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

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.