People Keep Asking Me Why I Have Such A Stern Face I Tell Them: It’s Because I Have A Soft Heart
People keep asking me Why I have such a stern face I tell them: It’s because I have a soft heart
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Let me rest on your chest
Because I'm tired, just like you. let my name, address, who I am and my past years…all drown in our silence. Behind this door, a storm is chasing me, a dark winter is suffocating me, and the feet of the night are crushing me. I have no lover, nor a house to protect me from the flood. The winds of doubt carried me to you. So, shall I rest a little on your chest?
Or should I go back to my sorrows?
Rica ederim💫 Türkçeyi ne neden öğreniyorsun peki? İş için mi yoksa hobi olarak mı öğreniyorsun?
dili güzel bulduğum için öğrenmek istiyorum.🤍
اللون البرتقالي والغروب الحبل والانتحار الزجاج والجرح المحيط والغرق الخريف والوداع المرآة و أنا النوافذ و التحديق اليد والتلويح من بعيد الطريق ولقاء الصدفة
🎨 : Miaamanman1995
şairler aşkı öldürdü
aşk hakkında o kadar çok şey yazdılar ki artık kimse onlara inanmıyor Bence çok normal çünkü gerçek aşıklar acı çeker ve sessiz kalır.
في أحضان السكون
هنا أنحرُ الليلَ، أغني الزمان هنا أتلقَّى حديث القمرْ هنا أقتلُ الشِّعرَ عند الغروبِ وأبعثهُ حينَ يأتي السحرْ هنا أصهرُ النورَ حتَّى يذوب وألقي في عيون الزهرْ هنا يرقد الهمُّ في خاطري ويسلبني أملي المنتظَرْ
هنا يومض اللحن في أضلع وينزع أسرارَهُ من دمِي وينحتُ من مقلتيّ الرؤى وتطربُ أوتاره أنجمي ويغرقني في الشقاء اللذيذِ وتملأ أوهامه عالمي
محمد الثبيتي -
The color orange and the sunset, The rope and suicide, The glass and the wound, The ocean and drowning, Autumn and farewell, The mirror and me, The windows and staring, The hand waving from afar, The road and the sudden encounter.
Paintings by: Lili Wood
Departure to the shores of dreams
I threw all my equipment into your hands, and I relieved my horse from the worries of the road, and I fled from the ravages of the storms when the departure was long. The voice of my solitude died, and the echoes of my silence responded in the hills, on the plains, and at the valley’s stream, I saw the autumn leaves being dragged behind them by the tail of the calm breeze, so I left all my poems in the desert and buried my songs among its sands.
-Muhammad Al-Thubaiti
beni yorgunluktan ayır,
Çünkü ağlamak için ağrıyan bir göğüse ihtiyacım var Bende senin gibi camdan bir şey var ve rahat olanların göğüsleri mermerdendir Dünyama dön ki dinlenebileyim Çünkü seni seviyorum yorgun olduğumda bile
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