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Showing posts with label art racing in the rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art racing in the rain. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2020

Description of Love ☂

July 19, 2020 2 Comments


Love is not so important in our lives that it is mentioned in every book and every story
Dreamer
How beautiful it is to hold hands in books and poems
Spending the full moon midnight with someone
Waiting for someone to come
The desire to hug someone
You will be tired all-day
So someone will be waiting for you
A smile on his face
It will take away the fatigue of your day
How beautiful these things are in thinking, writing, and wishing!
But this journey of age is very scary
Which we want
They get lost along the way
Or its paths diverge
And then behind a promise, a touch, a desire, and a dream, who will be humiliated for the rest of his life?
While
All promises, wishes, dreams, touches, and appointments will remain unfulfilled
In the end
Only society, stomach, and religion will win
and then
Stories of love, unfulfilled desires, and the last moment will turn into such a regret.
And in the case of words, in the spare time of life, the memory of the past constantly hits the window of the brain.
But life goes on
When does someone die from someone's departure?
When does it break down?
But there is only one relation, only one love which remains constant and nothing can change or diverge it
This is the love of the Creator with the creation
The only immortal love in this mortal world. 

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Nostalgic ! ! !

July 16, 2020 0 Comments




A place having a lot of memories! Did you ever think to go alone there? To sit outdoor and watch the traffic alone? Would your outing have been complete without me? Even that waiter who was aware of your choice taking honey with coffee will notice that you're coming alone. He used to bring honey for you and brown sugar for me because maybe he thought everything was going to stay here forever as we liked that time. And so it was.... It was??? No... Everything had changed.
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Tell me how it's been when I wasn't here? Doesn't the cashier still ask about why you come alone? Or why you got one latte? Do you still share at the comment card a little longer, as once I wrote "I don't like coning to this place alone" do you still park you cycle and look around as I was there. So if you see me, would you wait for or hold her hand and would walk away? Tell me someday. 

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