TheDarkBeach

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That day, when you left, the world grew colder I stood alone, 🧍fighting battles I never chose Every corner of silence reminded me of you The nights became heavier, the mornings emptier I searched for your voice in the wind, but found none Your absence is not just a memory it is a wound that never heals.

Signed - s S s .

That day, when you left, the world grew colder I stood alone, 🪐 fighting battles I never chose Every corner of silence reminded me of you The nights became heavier, the mornings emptier I searched for your voice in the wind, but found none Your absence is not just a memory it is a wound that never heals.

Signed - s S s .

The eye is tired, not from staying up late or waiting? But from an inner, 🧍unseen fatigue! A fatigue that dwells in the depths! It looks with a look dictated by fatigue and sadness, saturated with thought, as if it carries a blatant silence and closes slowly, as if it is a flower withering in the last light, as if it does not sleep, it remains awake, so the night finds no place for the body to rest, nor a refuge for …

Signed - s S s .

The dark beach, a place of quiet mystery and profound beauty, offers a dramatically👤 different experience from its sun-drenched counterparts. Here, the sands often stretch out under a muted sky, the ocean's roar is a constant, deep hum, and the shadows play tricks on the eye, creating a sense of enchantment and solitude. It is a setting that encourages introspection and a deep connection with nature's raw, untamed po…

Signed - s S s .

Oh, the flame of longing devours my soul and my wings are bound between 🪐the chains of pain My heart screams in a deadly silence and the tears are merciless knives Sadness resides in my veins and the night wraps me in a garment of cold darkness Every heartbeat is a fire, every breath a wound and I am between a lost hope and an illusion of distant joy Oh, soul, do not be reassured, for the chains are stronger than my …

Signed - s S s .

I miss you in every silent moment,🧍 and your embrace is my refuge and the warmth of my longing soul. Every time I am away from you, a fire creeps into my heart, and every heartbeat carries your name and burns in my chest. I dream of holding you and burying my face in your arms, for in your embrace the storms calm down and longing melts away, my refuge, the fire of my heart, and the flame that dwells within me. Let me…

You left me and the fog enveloped my ghost On a path of farewell, 🫀terrifying and bleeding I extended my hand With my heart between my fingers You took it And cut short my sweet dream I left on the back of a horse As if there had never been a covenant nor a chaste time You left me and my eyes weeping The shadow of he in whose heart love does not frighten I do not blame the wind if it blew But I blame the hand of the …

Signed - s S s . مَيلادي 9/29

I complain to you of a longing that you do not deny from me,🤲 and I express a relief that you know, and I hope from you for an eye that you prevent from enjoying a pleasant sleep, and a heart that you destroy. So every day my speech is when my heart worries about your distance, I postpone meeting you. May God not make me lonely with someone whom I do not see anyone among mankind to replace him when he is absent.

Signed - s S s .

O Laila, why doesn't your heart pity the pain of separation I experience? 🔵I suppressed my love for you until my tears fell asleep, my soul melted from what I endured, and people's hearts softened until every leg wept for me. Do you blame me for the tears in my eyes? Were it not for love, the eyes would not flow. And among the wonders of love, oh night, is that I have perished in infatuation, but your love remains. A…

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When will the tortured heart be healed of you?🙏 The arrow of fate is closer to your union, but far away, and pain, longing, and trembling, but you do not bring me near, nor do I come nearer Like a bird in the hand of a child who holds it, tasting the pools of death, while the child plays, but neither the child has a mind to feel what is in it, nor the bird has feathers to fly and go, and I have a thousand faces, I kn…