Beautiful and short hair

Beautiful and short hair

In this article you will also find short and beautiful poems

How wrong am I as if I don't know

I neglected the one who was in the prime of my life, and I still persisted until my life was exhausted from me. If I became hostage to guilt in the ashes of my grave, with any excuse, I would meet my Lord to accept my apology.

Lord, I know you... A throb in my ribs

And I chanted your name, O God.... A tune that I like

I am the one who melts... With longing without my pain

My cup is overflowing... Until I got tired of experimenting

Lord, I have washed... My sin with tears

Oh Lord, my praise…. In my mosque or dormitory

Oh Lord, I am desperate…. Will you not accept my supplication?

If it weren't for me in Asai.... So who will be with me?

Oh Lord, in the depths of the nights…. How much I regretted and how much I cried

And you have your hope humbled.... And to your rehab, how much you sought

You may have been lost one day... And today, Lord, I became aware

If you are offered a paradise…. For sale by self I bought

Or you call me God…. To return, you have come

I laughed and they said don't be shy... I cried and they said not to smile

I smiled, they said that is like an hypocrisy …. I frowned and they said it seemed mute

Silence, they said blunt tongue.... I spoke and they said a lot of words

They say odd when I say: No.... And shimmer when you agreed to them

I knew that whatever I wanted... People's satisfaction must be vilified

Silence, tears, and years of torment

Anxiety, confusion, sorrow and fear

This is my whole life without you

I pictured all the suffering for you in letters

I live in reality and I live in your mirage.”

It is God's trick to shorten your sight

Ask my blood.. my happiness and my illusion

Ask the fortune-teller.

And distress and distress

Ask the good about my qualities..

And the supplication that is in my prayer

And ask my witnesses.

The tears in my prostration

Ask them.. and ask my blood.

About my mom

O Babe Al-Hassan, take it easy on your eyes

What magic radiates from your eyeballs

What magic kohl your eyelids

And what witness flows from your lips

And what a glow of light sparkles on your cheeks

You who are wrapped in silk and saffron

It was saturated with musk, amber and colors

How many flowers are fragrant at the touch of your hands

Tell me, Mrs. Hassan

How much love do you have

Don't shed a tear

Don't shed a tear, my little girl

Your tears are too precious to be insulted

Don't cry, my little girl

Your hazel eyes

burn me

It shakes my being

destroy me

Since I met you

And my heart beats for you

My heart has forgotten my body

And he will chase you

In the dark of the night

And in its darkness

He will chase you anonymously

Everything he carries

It is honesty

Don't be shy, my little girl

You are my angel on earth

You are everything

Life

And flowers

You..me

my eternal Love

You are what I call my angel

A strange feeling touched my heart.

Like I'm soaring and flying behind the clouds,

my heart beats hardly stop,

my breath

is not my breath,

my feeling

is not my feeling,

everything is different,

I feel strangely happy.

As if I bid farewell to the darkness of tomorrow with a cold smile,

Like I'm a different person.

just born,

I got weird feelings.

With uncharacteristic honesty, my feelings embraced the dreams of tomorrow.

I felt that I wanted to live.

life in your shadows,

I felt that I belonged to you.

Something strange is pulling me toward you.

Pure feelings draw me to you.

I fall into your hands,

drowned in your eyes,

until I reached the point of tihan,,

And only then,

I knew that I love you

Any sadness, stay away from me

And let my wound remove my concern

And I am with you, my sadness

Other than the torment, I don't reap

What grief do you have from me?

Don't you see what is in me is enough for me

I'm tired of wishing

And you are not a barrier to me

What a sadness, don't misunderstand me

You are indispensable

Let me cry from pain

And I have wounds that do not bleed

Isn't it sad, do you think that I am?

You are enough

Isn't it too late

Isn't it your demise, my sadness?

No, your time here is expanding (n) your chest

I see that you repel what you turn to me

And your time has not become boredom and annoyance (n) your creation

Forget all humans and call me

Your nature has changed, and we have not found reasons for it

I am not short of you and I am barefoot

Be on my teams open a door for me

Harder than me and what happened is enough