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يامنَ هواه
اعزهَ واذلني
كيف السبيلَ
إلى وصالكَ دُلني
أنتَ الذي حلفتني
وحلفتَ لي
وحلفتَ أنكَ لاتخون
فخنتني
أين اليمين وأين ما عاهدتني
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Repost from Midnight fog
قلْبُ الْمُعَنَّىٰ مِنْ خَيَالِكَ مَا خَلَا
وَ النَّوْمُ بَعْدَكَ يَا حَبِيبِي مَا حَلَا
فَأَنَا الَّذِي بِهُيَامِهِ وَ غَرَامِهِ
أَهْوَاكَ يَا قَمَرًا عَلَىٰ رَأْسِ الْمَلَا
لَمَّا رَآنِي فِي هَوَاهُ مُتَيَّمًا
عَرَفَ الْحَبِيبُ مَقَامَهُ فَتَدَلَّلَا
فَلَكَ الدَّلَالُ وَ أَنْتَ بَدْرٌ كَامِلٌ
وَ يَحِقُّ لِلْمَحْبُوبِ أَنْ يَتَدَلَّلَا
تَاللهِ لَوْ عَابَهُ الْحُسَّادُ مَا وَجَدُوا
عَيْبًا سِوَىٰ أَنَّهُ فِي خِلْقَةِ الْبَشَرِ
يَا مَنْ لَهُ حَسَبٌ فِي الْمَكْرُمَاتِ سَمَا
مُقَدَّمًا فَوْقَ هَامِ الْأَنْجُمِ الزُّهُرِ
وَمَا أَنْتَ إِلَّا فِتْنَةٌ تَغْلِبُ الْأَسَىٰ
وَ تَفْعَلُ بِالْأَلْحَاظِ فِعْلَ الْمُهَنَّدِ
وَ تَوَّجَكَ الرَّحْمَنُ تَاجَ مَلَاحَةٍ
وَ بَهْجَةَ إِشْرَاقٍ بِهَا الصُّبْحُ يَهْتَدِي
وَ أَنَّ الْهَوَىٰ فِي لَحْظِ عَيْنِكَ كَامِنٌ
كُمُونَ الْمَنَايَا فِي الْحُسَامِ الْمُهَنَّدِ
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Losing someone you love feels like losing a part of your soul. Their absence echoes in every quiet moment of your day. You search for them in places they used to be, but find only memories. The smallest things remind you of their voice, their laugh, their warmth. It hurts in ways words can barely explain. Time moves on, but your heart stays stuck in that last goodbye. You learn to smile again, but the pain never fully fades. Some days are easier, others feel impossibly heavy. You carry them with you in every step you take. Their love becomes a silent strength inside you. Even though they are gone, their presence never truly leaves. You begin to understand that love doesn’t end with loss. It transforms into something deeper, something eternal. And in the end, you realize they will always live within your heart.
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Willow tied my hands with silk – you gave me flowers, not your guilt. You said "stay soft, don't make a sound," so I let the water pull me down. Ophelia's fate: a quiet death, a pretty girl who ran out of breath. You call it madness – I call it peace. The deep is where you finally see me. You'll say I was fragile, but I chose the cold. Ophelia didn't sink… she let go.
