Birds are beauty in and of themselves, flying in the beautiful blue sky, and how beautiful they are in the early morning and their beautiful sounds. Here, in my articles, are thoughts about birds.
Thoughts about birds
- We contemplate the birds soaring in the sky..and their faithfulness hidden in their small hearts..these wonderful birds are always optimistic..and life goes on..they suffer cold and migrate..they search for the shelter of love, tenderness and lost affection..and they hope to meet the home of happiness..and live tenderness And love.. How beautiful it is. Look at it, contemplate it.. If only we were like it.. We would forgive our slips.. and be of help in our misfortunes.. and we would not blame any of us.. Don’t you see the silence and patience of the birds.. enduring hardships on the way.. and receiving The torment is from the hunters, she loses the pleasures of her livers.. her heart is small.. but she is big in feeling and despite all of that.. she throws her death on fate.. and contemplates her future.. she does not lose despair over her life.. this is courage.. this is patience.. and it gathers On love.. If you leave the blame on the brothers.. Is there a lover who wanted to leave and be alienated.. and migrate from the heart of loved ones.
- I wish I were like birds soaring in the sky.. roaming the countries.. riding the seas.. severing the deserts.. meeting the loved ones.. and not seeing the sorrows.
- Birds taught me the language of freedom, and gave me the divisions of an Arab that rejects grievance.
- Birds taught me a language that humans don't know.. It is the language of affection and love while swimming in the kingdom of God.. The wind has nothing but its sounds to hear, so it hides with chirps that only the sensitive can understand.. How beautiful are those voices that search for shelter between ribs that have become confused.
- The splendid beauty of the sparrow is flying vigorously in a spacious space, reviving hope in the souls, awakening the narcotic faith.
- The birds taught me melodies whose solution is not disputed by two, and a language that only a few people understand.
- May God have mercy on the time of the beautiful birds that left behind a tired heart that longs for youth. their principles.
- All birds return to their nests, except for the birds of the East. They die of longing outside their homelands.
- Migratory birds Your roar here is transparent, vibrant with life and love, and I know you know that.. but it is the love that sweeps us like a mighty wave and sometimes flows like a breath of air and colors our insides with all the colors of the rainbow that makes us wear the crowns of passion for those we love and let them sit on the thrones of our hearts.
- The heat I stand on the edge .. I close my eyes .. I stretch my wings so that the world can wait for the dream to catch I do not begin to fly I am the free bird Why is it difficult to sing I paint the lyrics of the song The painting looks dull I hope for the rain Shake my wet wings I am the free bird Why can't I fly I carry my share of The colors of the rainbow and spread them on the painting so that the world can see it dazzling. Well done. Will peace descend upon my soul now? I am the free bird.
- How wonderful you are when you spread your wings to fly high.. to see the sea and the sky.. the earth and the mountains.. if the earth bothers you, you fly over the seas.. and if the mountains tire you, they dance with the breezes in the arms of the sky.. congratulations to you, bird, for your freedom.. there are no borders that separate you from your loved ones. No laws restrict your dreams.. Heaven and earth are your home.. As for us humans, we have become strangers to our families and loved ones, strangers to our homelands, strangers even to ourselves.. Fly high, my bird.. Spread your wings, fly high, and take my soul with you.. Because the injustice that prevailed The earth is tired of it.. and my body is no longer able to embrace its dreams and hopes. Fly, my free bird, and take my soul with you, because it was born free, and refuses to live in a desperate body that was exhausted by the harshness of days, so the candle of hope was extinguished in it, and it became dark and gloomy. Where the sun of hope does not set.
- In this era, we have become like migratory birds that fly over the air, sometimes here and sometimes there, in search of stability, and you find it nesting in every foothold. They are tired of their instability due to the lack of safety and comfort.
- Hunters chase it in every orchard and garden. This is how it applies to our hearts that are tired of deception, betrayal, lack of fulfillment and counterfeiting. He is afraid of this migration, but how can he find an immigrant heart? The search is difficult, and few find him migrating.
- Tired of searching, he wants a garden in which he finds flowers and trees. He only hears the sound of birds chirping because there are no hunters in it, but how to find and where to find this quiet garden that no one knows the way.
- Oh, it was wonderful, high, flying like our dreams, and I saw hope in her eyes, carried on her wings, while she was flying in that big sky.
- I told her: O migratory birds, I wish I could fly over your wings to quench the hope of your eyeballs. Carry me on your cheekbones and let me fall asleep on your forearms and tell me about alienation.
- Carry me, O birds, and make me fly with you in the clear sky, where the warmth of the sun fills it, or fly me in the dark sky, where the stars guard me and the moon lights my path.
