Every morning, as I greet that bright star of the morning, I remember you, my beautiful.

How can I forget that beautiful angel when I live with an arrow in my heart?

Who will dress my body, which undresses from fire every night in the lunar eclipse of love?

The lover escapes to the door of her beloved, and when she is stuck, the heart does not want to go to the door other than the one she loves.🌼🌼🌼

every traveler can reach heaven only from a loving heart,,,🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

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