Come my heritage

Come my star
and show planets
who adopt your light

They did not know
it's all came from you

Come my self-stellar
Leave groans for me

Smiles are painted

not real
and passion
is longing for your visit

If thirst to you

with rivers, not near

and stars to shine

my sky, disappear

Who will bring

my heart from you

here ?

My heart who is

longing to appeal

left broken with

tear

When

Your rock - hearted

will  wet ?

when

will it with my soul

gear ?

I was heartbroken to hear the news, and I want you to know that my thoughts and prayers are with you.

There is a great void to be filled by your husband passing, but I know that the depth of love that you and your family share for each other and for your husband will pull you through. Honor his memory with that love and the wonderful memories you share of him.

May God bless and comfort him in heaven, you and your family.

yours

fa

Don't say "Think"

Just

wipe out the tears

of my sleeplessness

by keeping your promises

or

wrap out

the scattered fake fantasy

drawn in papers

hearts with arrows

bleeding red ink

clean the remnants thought

that you brought

into my dreams

set me free for

my wings to float

I don't want to sink

All seasons are gone

when I felt the surroundings

I wasn't asleep

, awake nor done

lost among five seasons

the fifth was my dream

going inside rings

fa

 envy is jealous of us
 My delight
 How do all the rituals
 working hard on

making us apart
 and we are still in the path of

of love

 It is etching and humming
 chasing an illusion,
  just increasing our harmonies
 more the purity of our love
Now we were convinced
 for more longing
My delight :
 No matter what his skin is
 his goal had been invalidated

Malaise is what I have
or is it illusion
of calamity

you watered in me
in the absence of
my mind

without pot
or glass

I held my breath
not let go a feather
Sitting on my desk
settled

It is the only thing

remained from you,

my bird

when you deserted me

at sunrise

The sunset is approaching  

or is it the dawn

to give my own universe an

Insomnia, your image is drawn

and all that  alienation of

what is called cosmos

 between the hesitation

of darkness and sunrise

in some trace of light

I grabbed the seconds

to stop them from moving

to stay in  recession

hoping

I might  see the wound in my heart

what  my feelings doubt

the depth of its groove

Talking with no words

Silence
Is a chat never ends

silence says:
I do not see

any attraction in me

the  silent echo says:
This is what a flower says

to the  bees
 what attracts the bee
if no nectars

In amid crowd
In a place
all are 

complaining injustice
all are  calling
Tenderness

In the book of time
I looked for
 the unjust
but,

there was
no  name
no address

All are oppressed

and all
are full of

sadness
I discovered,

  only
Who he looks for love
is looking for Grief

 The world is dark
Days are hostage
the movement is governed

 disclosure is Stifled
and
 universe is spacious
Spaces are  gifts

but
Thoughts are sealed

Opportunity is available
And sight is freed
the slave is released
but

hearing is poisoned

 desire is wild

 the tool is here
 Fingertips are ripe

but
 performance is deprived

When I want to kill boredom

when I feel neglected

I remember you

being in my presence

I feel my words

and repeat your name

To my ears alone

 you shall be the eternity

 the whole world in my hands 

I  give up myself

and all I have, to you 

even if time wishes to hide you

My  memory will get you back to me

You will be my reality.

what is stolen

may be restored
And gaps may refilled

But

Rituals of the heart
chest bones have no

control

Heart's art
has its own

 of stubbornness

Steals itself

and gives it away

And leaks out to

its killer

 heart is easy stolen

its locks are weak

heart is easy to leak out 

its festival " all there "


 because they are a beauty
And their beauty

is a different fruit

logic is always

malfunctioning 
Letting the heart does

what it wants

In my internal, someone

is painting with no colors

 refuses my masks that I wear

when the distance

between you and me is the absence.

I speak to him in our hide out .

 we agreed :

Satisfaction Balance is

not the equivalent of revealing

 agreed to exclude lying to you,

promised not to rebel

and  not to cry no matter how

Be my book store, pen holder, tears wiper.

Amid of mixed black and white that hides who I am

not to know that the venous artery and heart pulse

are inverted 

my heart beat is as the sound of tambourines

when you show up.

You are written on the moon

not to be seen
but for me

on all the foliage

the wind only whispers
 your name

engraved on sky

all the clouds with
your smile

drops and rain

 my heart is not enough
to invite you

to live in it
because loving you

made earth go west

made the moon hide

in its black side

all new poems

turned to old fashion

all love books became

with no ink

If your love did

a thing to me

is to search for

Mars on my simple love

ship

to steal new words

to say it to you