Waqte Safar

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wish to show the smiling wounds of my heart to the stars. I wish to hum some new songs in the heavens... Tell me, why should we leave this world empty-handed? At that time, we will have with us treasures of hundreds of memories... Say a million words from the heart, narrate a million tales, Something remains unsaid, something will always remain unsaid... Neither have hope nor despair, Neither be attached nor be sad, Thirst only for that wine which, once tasted, never lets you fall... A thousand gatherings may end, but they are not empty. If there are two or four days left, then let them be two or four...

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Pagina's: 122, Hardcover, Notion Press