Poetry about nostalgia
Miss
Not shirt
That you change it
Be good!
Sometimes nostalgia
The skin is a human being
.............................................................................. ..
I like dusk on Friday
For the sake of your misery ...
That slowly
Take your head
On my shoulders
.............................................................................. ..
I miss you
Tight to say
Not like a shirt tight
My nostalgia
It is like whale
Which is instead of the ocean
They threw him in a fishpond
I miss you
This means my lungs,
Tails and breaths have lowered your breath ...
.............................................................................. ..
Tonight on my shoulders
The collar is heavy
A bag full of nostalgia
I miss you all this misery
With broken feathers goes to the heavens
Going to the unknown
Maybe this time in that peak
To his goddess(شعر در مورد دلتنگی)
Poetry about the brother, poetry about the dead brother, poetry about the brother of the traveler
Poetry about sweet nostalgia
Woe to the world who is afraid of a sweetheart
Thirsty buds are scary of the golfer
The lover is afraid of the familiarity of the visit
The knuckles are scared of the tar
Shahsavar is afraid of a smooth road
This physician is afraid of seeing the patient ...
Poetry about father, poetry about missing father, poetry about parents
Poetry about a friend's nostalgia
I'm taking a friend of tears crying with me
Where do you go, where do I go?
Where am I going to make a way out?
I look at the throat
I'm not close to someone who does not pack anyone to my heart
Chu tear down a bed on a wave of abandoned abandoned me
Everyone who is near the chest is near the chest
Separate me with everyone who is close to him
No eye on my face, no wind in the undercoat
I'm familiar with my glittering sweat
What added me! What does not mean less!
He tells me how I live, why me
The stars are not in the sky
I miss you, my friend, crying with me
Poetry about rain, poetry about romantic rain, poetry about the rain of famous poets, poetry about autumn rain
Poetry about the nostalgia of famous poets
Biteau is not going to die
It's hot you do not like this
See your drunken intellect in your wheel cycle
The ears are not in your hands
Your soul is boiling. He drinks you heart
The wits roar. Beat does not go away
Khmer I and my hangman are my garden and my spring
My dream is not going to be me
You are my estate and mys
My fresh water is not in your bite
Occasionally, on the other hand, on the occasion
It's where you go to Batu
Break your heart repent to break it
It's all your own. You are not going to be bite
Without you, if you're tired, you are rough under the world
Garden of Eram is not going to be in Bethou
I'm going to step in the series and become a science fellow
Do not go to Bethou
Sleep my sleep
There are no breaks in Bito's interval
Do not you, my boyfriend, goes to ruin my job
Mons and my sorrow, I do not go to Bethou
I do not like life like you. I do not like it
I'm sorry for you because I do not bite
Anything I say is not a document, but good and bad
Say goodbye to you too
Rumi
..................................................................
The day of the hijab and the evening of the end of the night
I opened my horoscope and lost my chest
It's all my sore throat
Eventually in the final step of the spring garden
Thank you for the flower of the corner
The wind of wind and shock came late
In the morning it was hoped that the unclean blindness was revealed
Gobran Iy, the night laborer
After this light, you will be happy
We went to the sun and left it
It's a disturbance in the nights of the heart
Everyone was in the shadow of the gurney
I do not believe that the time has come yet
The story of the sadness that got in the government
You stayed cool
Which gave him a lesson
Do not count on Hafez
Thank you for your time
Hafez
..................................................................
Where did you go last night
I went to God and beyond God's Desert
I do not say the laughter swam in the ball
I'm not saying that the rain came gold
Take your foot that you take me with you
_ Keep up your mind and insanity _
In your walk you were going
Annan with light
Stand up to your feet until you abandoned, I went to bed!
Sugar and complaints
There were secrets and contemplation
With all being heavy
Forgive me
To the balance that was the same in his fair marriage
Dignity and Disappointment and Mourning I went
How many times did I die?
I went to nothing
Thank you!
My dear green destruction house
Where did you take me last night
Where did you go last night
sohrabsepehri
Poetry about life, poetry about beautiful life, poetry about hard life, poetry about simple life
Poetry about the nostalgia of Karbala
Still, your passion has a ghazall
The breeze has a mirror basket
Blessed are the imaginary that remained in the shrine
And the memory of it is from that place
Remember the sweet taste of Karbala'i
The lips have "Ahlul I am al-Salon"
What a beautifully broken structure is God
Inside the six-dimensional template has a ghazall
Tell me what i love you so much
Say our love is rooted in the afterlife
Your servant taught me in the midst of blood
Our Russians also have a solution
Miss
Not shirt
That you change it
Be good!
Sometimes nostalgia
The skin is a human being
.............................................................................. ..
I like dusk on Friday
For the sake of your misery ...
That slowly
Take your head
On my shoulders
.............................................................................. ..
I miss you
Tight to say
Not like a shirt tight
My nostalgia
It is like whale
Which is instead of the ocean
They threw him in a fishpond
I miss you
This means my lungs,
Tails and breaths have lowered your breath ...
.............................................................................. ..
Tonight on my shoulders
The collar is heavy
A bag full of nostalgia
I miss you all this misery
With broken feathers goes to the heavens
Going to the unknown
Maybe this time in that peak
To his goddess(شعر در مورد دلتنگی)
Poetry about the brother, poetry about the dead brother, poetry about the brother of the traveler
Poetry about sweet nostalgia
Woe to the world who is afraid of a sweetheart
Thirsty buds are scary of the golfer
The lover is afraid of the familiarity of the visit
The knuckles are scared of the tar
Shahsavar is afraid of a smooth road
This physician is afraid of seeing the patient ...
Poetry about father, poetry about missing father, poetry about parents
Poetry about a friend's nostalgia
I'm taking a friend of tears crying with me
Where do you go, where do I go?
Where am I going to make a way out?
I look at the throat
I'm not close to someone who does not pack anyone to my heart
Chu tear down a bed on a wave of abandoned abandoned me
Everyone who is near the chest is near the chest
Separate me with everyone who is close to him
No eye on my face, no wind in the undercoat
I'm familiar with my glittering sweat
What added me! What does not mean less!
He tells me how I live, why me
The stars are not in the sky
I miss you, my friend, crying with me
Poetry about rain, poetry about romantic rain, poetry about the rain of famous poets, poetry about autumn rain
Poetry about the nostalgia of famous poets
Biteau is not going to die
It's hot you do not like this
See your drunken intellect in your wheel cycle
The ears are not in your hands
Your soul is boiling. He drinks you heart
The wits roar. Beat does not go away
Khmer I and my hangman are my garden and my spring
My dream is not going to be me
You are my estate and mys
My fresh water is not in your bite
Occasionally, on the other hand, on the occasion
It's where you go to Batu
Break your heart repent to break it
It's all your own. You are not going to be bite
Without you, if you're tired, you are rough under the world
Garden of Eram is not going to be in Bethou
I'm going to step in the series and become a science fellow
Do not go to Bethou
Sleep my sleep
There are no breaks in Bito's interval
Do not you, my boyfriend, goes to ruin my job
Mons and my sorrow, I do not go to Bethou
I do not like life like you. I do not like it
I'm sorry for you because I do not bite
Anything I say is not a document, but good and bad
Say goodbye to you too
Rumi
..................................................................
The day of the hijab and the evening of the end of the night
I opened my horoscope and lost my chest
It's all my sore throat
Eventually in the final step of the spring garden
Thank you for the flower of the corner
The wind of wind and shock came late
In the morning it was hoped that the unclean blindness was revealed
Gobran Iy, the night laborer
After this light, you will be happy
We went to the sun and left it
It's a disturbance in the nights of the heart
Everyone was in the shadow of the gurney
I do not believe that the time has come yet
The story of the sadness that got in the government
You stayed cool
Which gave him a lesson
Do not count on Hafez
Thank you for your time
Hafez
..................................................................
Where did you go last night
I went to God and beyond God's Desert
I do not say the laughter swam in the ball
I'm not saying that the rain came gold
Take your foot that you take me with you
_ Keep up your mind and insanity _
In your walk you were going
Annan with light
Stand up to your feet until you abandoned, I went to bed!
Sugar and complaints
There were secrets and contemplation
With all being heavy
Forgive me
To the balance that was the same in his fair marriage
Dignity and Disappointment and Mourning I went
How many times did I die?
I went to nothing
Thank you!
My dear green destruction house
Where did you take me last night
Where did you go last night
sohrabsepehri
Poetry about life, poetry about beautiful life, poetry about hard life, poetry about simple life
Poetry about the nostalgia of Karbala
Still, your passion has a ghazall
The breeze has a mirror basket
Blessed are the imaginary that remained in the shrine
And the memory of it is from that place
Remember the sweet taste of Karbala'i
The lips have "Ahlul I am al-Salon"
What a beautifully broken structure is God
Inside the six-dimensional template has a ghazall
Tell me what i love you so much
Say our love is rooted in the afterlife
Your servant taught me in the midst of blood
Our Russians also have a solution
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