رغم المسافات الطويلة، و الفراق، و الصمت القاتل، ما زلت أنا أحن إليك، و إسمك يطرق باب قلبي كل جزء من الثانية، و كل طرقة تحفر قلبي جرحا عميقا ليس له دواء اﻻ شفتيك
Despite the long distances, separation, and deadly silence, I still tend to you, and your name knocks on the door of my heart every part of every second, and every knock digs my heart a deep wound that has no medication but your lips.
- Author: Montana (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 31st, 2020 10:19
- Category: Love
- Views: 11
Comments1
True Love requires very few words!
Good Job
That's true, thank you.
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