ٌReturned to a time of loneliness

I apologize to you, Mullah.. Rather, I beg for forgiveness I went back to the time of loneliness

You are beyond reasonable generosity...how much you have showered me with tenderness

You saw me complaining of loneliness, isolated, like a neglected thing.

Introverted, I cry my longings, and the remnants of hope diminish.

She was kind to me and hugged me, looking at me with compassion.

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I miss you the sound of my moaning, and I forget you about quantity and the meaning of quality..

So it leaned towards me without a destination... it swam freely in me... it filled me to the brim...

So my clothes poured over me... the ecstasy of my birds sang... night and day intertwined...

Perhaps you hoped for the fulfillment of your life in my home.. "Oh" how miserable you are, how miserable I am..

You felt arrogant in the evening, bragging about...what? I don't know!

How foolish and foolish I would have been if I lost sight of you, my hope.

You were patient and advised me.

But I miss my calmness and illusions wish me...

With my knife, I cut my vein and the noise calmed down..

Silence prevailed and I returned to the time of loneliness.

And emptiness dwells in me like death..

This was the last thing he wrote and he concluded his letter by saying: (Peace be to your eyes, peace be upon the sails to distant ports).

I am the wish, and you are the Impossibility, oh radiance of light and the appearance of the day... Peace be upon your eyes, then he placed your letter in the mailbox after writing the address on it, and sealed It with a kiss from a mouth filled with the heat of loss and longing... wishing to forget.

He knew that she might pass by the mailbox one day, perhaps open it and find the letter. She passed by the box, and one day she opened it, and the letter fell out of it. She bent down indifferently and indifferently. She read his name on the letter, and she sighed with infinite restlessness and despair, but in the end she decided. The end comes after a struggle with a desire within her, or two conflicting desires, one of which rejects, denounces, denounces, withdraws, and hates, and the other insists, hopes, and demands action and acceptance.

So she settled the dispute between them, and she took the decision decisively and firmly. She decided to open the letter, and read these words: He was apologizing to her or trying to appease her.

She was confused by his speech after she finished reading, but she knew exactly what he wanted. She understood him well, perhaps because she has a sensitive personality with high transparency, through which she can understand the insides of things and feel the insides of things.

She had a kind of transparency, and she felt a strange bitterness, and drops of her tears fell, drowning the letter, which crumbled or nearly crumbled from the Rain of tears in her hands.