How are you still at the foot of the door in Susaliya .
. The stars in the black sky are shining on you ..
The wind is blowing in your heart .
. The sweet feeling is the endless memories of the fragrant virtues ..
I am still looking at you as my gifts come one by one.
Like a beautiful song from the past.
Religion brings comfort
. It is a recurring theme.
The rest of the memories that will never be found again are a foregone conclusion
. In a world where the chest is lonely, the density is also a silver lining.
The loneliness of the night is a strange sigh as the mind conceives of separation.
How subtle is the roar, though subtle.
Beautiful poem 👌💛
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