I bid you farewell to a lover who felt pain throughout the separation, as if he was suffocated by his sadness because of your absence, and his tears consoled him. How narrow the earth is for me as you look into the distance. I called you and the voice came back sad and burning. I am torn. And I was distracted, I surrendered to the winds of my despair. I don't care about people, and they know what's happening to me, so they can excuse me when I declared your love. They have no way to console me except that they read my letters. My heart has fled from me, looking for you, but you are crushing without kindness my pulses. How many times I have stood at your door, my calls, your mail. The closed person did not hold my letters. I used to see you as the light of paradise, but you turned off, my beloved, my evenings. Love freed my heart, squeezed it, then enslaved it. Drink my sadness, so leave me to what happened to me. If you compress your years and count my letters, you will find something you do not expect from the extent of this longing. You will come. That and I was bleeding from my wounds on paper. I will not reject my love because I cannot, and a weak condition does not make me one whose hearts cannot die. My tragedy is that you suffered with me for a moment and then you went away and did not pay attention to my soul. I suffered for my heart and for you. There is no sadness to reveal. You know. Everything about my suffering. I should not hide my death from people because you are alive in the recesses of my being. If God wants to forgive me and forgive you, I bear the sins of the hours in which I did not write to you. I am sorry if you aborted my hope or hurt your hope. It is not your fault when I loved you, it was my longing, my caravan was taking me unknowingly towards you, wherever the stars pointed, it went carrying me, searching for your eyes, for your green oasis, for your lush shade, for your heavenly blue embrace, I search for you like a child, innocent, calling from the bottom of his chest, “Where are you?” Where are you ? And here I am writing from my veins with ink pasted with my soul, but I failed to explain to you how much I love you. I have banished myself from myself and denied any part of me that did not declare to you that you are its lover. If you were a bird, you would have placed my soul on the wings of my soul. My wings have failed me unjustly, and you do not want your hands to touch my heart. ? Don't you shake your eyes, my raving about you? Even if you intend to kill me, I will come to you with all faith. I will make my suffering a sacrifice for your eyelashes. I will write your name on every transparent poem. I will write about your lips a thousand thousand orchards. I will tame my language and make it a cloud that waters your country and your mutant trees. If you are close to here, come with the first star that shines. In the evening, how can I spend a new night, a night in which there is no hope that lights up my evenings? I will spend my life without importance if you are not all of my hopes, or I will bid you farewell to a lover whose pain is long separation throughout life.
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