Her eyes were like a dark sea; every time I tried to escape from it, it would gently, almost magically, draw me back, until I was drowning in them while smiling.
- - - نَظْرَةٌ هَالِكَةٌ.
Her eyes were like a dark sea; every time I tried to escape from it, it would gently, almost magically, draw me back, until I was drowning in them while smiling.
- - - نَظْرَةٌ هَالِكَةٌ.
It is as if I am the picture he had been drawing in his imagination for a long time, until when he found me, he realized that I was the details he had been searching for without knowing their name.