❞ Sag feelings
\"We will meet again with different hearts\"
The last meeting was a cry of sadness for separation against our will. Yes, it was fate that separated us. It left no room for us to meet at a loving dinner table.
The last meeting was the separation of two souls, the separation of feelings, the separation of ideas.
We could not confront him, except to accept the inevitable fate.
But what if we tried?! We might have succeeded, we might have been together now.
It is too late and what was has ended. Love and affection have ended and even feelings have disappeared and vanished into the depths of the tyrant of time.
Our bodies have grown old, our souls have aged, and here is our first meeting after a hundred years of separation.
I felt what I felt. Do you think our feelings flowed again?!
Or am I the only one clinging to a cursed past and a buried love?
From the beginning, I was a victim of unlucky love. All roads lead to Rome, to a dead end in our love.
Imagine that you were in love with me, but I was in love with you.
I have been afflicted with the curse of wandering, and you are on the straight path walking comfortably.
What has passed has passed and the accursed heart has died. There is now nothing but disappointment, brokenness, pain, sadness and pain.
Do not say: You are sensitive, rather it is a bitter truth.
I walked the paths of love in you, and I got lost in the maze of passion, then I fell into the pit of seduction, and I could not hold the rope of affection and affection, so they escaped from me, because you did not tighten your grip.
You left me in the abyss of love, sometimes making you cry and sometimes making myself cry.
In an instant, all the feelings in my heart disappeared. Yes, I became afflicted with the disease of insensitivity.
Professor and writer Bouchra Delhoum, Blida, Algeria. ❝ ⏤
❞ Sag feelings
˝We will meet again with different hearts˝
The last meeting was a cry of sadness for separation against our will. Yes, it was fate that separated us. It left no room for us to meet at a loving dinner table.
The last meeting was the separation of two souls, the separation of feelings, the separation of ideas.
We could not confront him, except to accept the inevitable fate.
But what if we tried?! We might have succeeded, we might have been together now.
It is too late and what was has ended. Love and affection have ended and even feelings have disappeared and vanished into the depths of the tyrant of time.
Our bodies have grown old, our souls have aged, and here is our first meeting after a hundred years of separation.
I felt what I felt. Do you think our feelings flowed again?!
Or am I the only one clinging to a cursed past and a buried love?
From the beginning, I was a victim of unlucky love. All roads lead to Rome, to a dead end in our love.
Imagine that you were in love with me, but I was in love with you.
I have been afflicted with the curse of wandering, and you are on the straight path walking comfortably.
What has passed has passed and the accursed heart has died. There is now nothing but disappointment, brokenness, pain, sadness and pain.
Do not say: You are sensitive, rather it is a bitter truth.
I walked the paths of love in you, and I got lost in the maze of passion, then I fell into the pit of seduction, and I could not hold the rope of affection and affection, so they escaped from me, because you did not tighten your grip.
You left me in the abyss of love, sometimes making you cry and sometimes making myself cry.
In an instant, all the feelings in my heart disappeared. Yes, I became afflicted with the disease of insensitivity.
Professor and writer Bouchra Delhoum, Blida, Algeria. ❝