I thought you had forgotten, heart,
Your ability to suffer pain.
That easy gift would come, I thought,
No more again! No more again!
Gone were the raptures and the griefs
And the dreams you half-believed. . .
But now I know, while beauty lives
so long will live my power to grieve.
(By Alexandre Pushkin)
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http://www.twq.com/10july/docs/10jul_Crooke.pdf
Ah, Naj, a beautiful poem accompanied by an appropriate image.
Reading it made me sad.
Hope life goes well with you!
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ما اهل کوفه نیستیم علی تنها بماند
hi you :)
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