I have smelled many shades of color But in the flowers engraved on the walls Never smelled Love then descends into the soul
By NF2 years ago in Poets
She loved me I asked him to touch my chest She kissed my heart Ordered me I loved it She asked me to kiss her heart
You don't remember that time of the dead heart That literature, that love, that whip of the eye This statement is made in the present day
Sadness is not a spectacle to show, Baba We cried and don't cry anymore Baba What a terror it is to be afraid of desire
I know she's not angry The heart does not believe in any way Talk about loyalty and perseverance There is nothing left in between
Roses, dreams, medicine, poison, jam I have come to tell you what is the arrangement Faqir, Shah, Qalandar, Imam, what?
O love, weeping came to an end I do not know why I started crying after hearing your name That's how every evening passes in hopes
You are with me but you do not know There is no green leaf on the branches Silences abound these days We also didn't say anything about the seasons
Sometimes you bring thoughts, sometimes you come alone. In the evening and in the morning, remember their upro-bag.
Keep calm and let the priests meet. If you drink water from the east, you will find a dog in the morning. The real truth is given to my house, to go into it,
Who is still visible on the screen? Who is the hot market from the tail He is in front but still not visible Who is this wall between me and him?
So I don't know the etiquette of this city If the flower cries, consider it funny Wherever you can find your destiny