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shining through sunrays burn thick fog eliminate confusion every day is a new beginning

If it weren’t for love, no lover on earth would be subduednonetheless, even the mightiest lover is easily subdued

I stopped at their deserted dwellingThat has turned into sheer dilapidated ruinsAnd so passionately lamented That my commotion startled my camelAnd my travel companions acridly censured meِAs we pressed on I longingly gazed at the remains of the campAnd when my eyes could discern it no moreMy heart fondly and eagerly turned its attention to it------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you see that I really deserve support from hereDogecoin : DKg4DqiBCcmJZqBPPbcudMUhiba1s5BJzA

When people choose a noble and worthy existence The Fates will listen and obey Gloom of night will lift and vanish Fetters will break open------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you see that I really deserve support from hereDogecoin : DKg4DqiBCcmJZqBPPbcudMUhiba1s5BJzA

The idea of traveling through time through time holes is a science fiction since the first theory Einstein put in his formulation of relativity theory, but is there a presence of those holes in the nature through which time can travel through? In fact, we have no idea yet whether these time holes…

When tears thickly gather on the cheeks It is easy to distinguish the ones who are truly crying From those who merely pretend to weep------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you see that I really deserve support from hereDogecoin : DKg4DqiBCcmJZqBPPbcudMUhiba1s5BJzA

Love was never able to enter my heart but seeing your eyes one inevitably falls in love Are you elated that your love kills me and that whatever you ask of my heart it unquestioningly obeys------------------------------------------------------------------If you see that I really deserve support from here Dogecoin : DKg4DqiBCcmJZqBPPbcudMUhiba1s5BJzA

And she saidO my dearly belovedWho are my lifeI have always loved youAnd if love would have lasted longerYour sun would have continued to shineIn my skiesTo protect my eyesWho are forever loyal to youA hope has wandered away from meYet I cherish and treasure forgotten vowsMy soul glows whenever I remember youAnd ever since you journeyed on into eternityI see you a spiritPainted with love's rosy colorsThe days have erased the fleeing, exiled heartsAnd the clouds of sorrow dispersed and vanishedInto the waves of the sandy shoresHow I wished to be someday the secret mapO my life, if giving up…

shining through sunraysburn thick fogeliminate confusionevery day is a new beginning ------------------------------------ Original poetry written by @amar-tohamy Image Source: pinimg

a sprout shoots upthrough a crack in concreteinto a new lifea lessonbroken hearty written by @amar-tohamyImage Source: pinimg

the moon disappearsas clouds roll inmy lonely heartlooks for the lost companionshadowOriginal poetry written by @amar-tohamyImage Source: pinimg

a drop of waterbreaks on fallinginto millions of piecesimagine what would happenwhen I fall

As if I weren’t one day her heartAs if she never coursed like blood in my veinsMy love for her was genuinely trueAnd in my lonelinessShe was my soul companionYet, life is made sweet for othersWhile we endure separation, suffering, and distressBe gentle with us, O LifeFor lovers’ patience has a limitMy patience may soon expireAnd set my heart aflame

Слова, которые приходят мне в голову и мои мысли, напишите их здесьПисьмо не сможет понять цель своего существования, если оно не осознает роль, которую оно играет в той строке, которую оно разделяет в своих письмах, и если оно не осознает значение, указанное строкой внутри статьи, а статья находится внутри книги. amar tohamy Из египта

Hey, do we really like the things we've done, like furniture and cars and everything we've got, so I wrote this saying, What we love at home, in the room, in the fireplace, and in our poems, songs, etc.We miss him in exotic nights, he is not the house, nor the bed, nor the fireplaceRather, our feelings and memories that weaved themselves around these inanimate objects and sent in them the pulse of life and made them creatures ... loved and missed ..We love the sweat of our hands in the canvas and perfume ourselves on the curtains and while celebrating the past ..In fact, we celebrate the…