The Dark Night

Khadeejah_Mansur_

The night was dark and black That I can not even see my back There's no sun to lighten the sky At that time everything goes awry The moon has disappeared The atmosphere was very bad that I'm so depressed But yet I still try to back up everything in to normal That I often pretend that I'm supernormal But literally I'm awful

2020-12-02 15:40:08

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Mehak Kapoor

Would you like to publish your content in book??

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2020-12-10 17:57:40

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Khadeejah_Mansur_

@Mehak Kapoor literally I don't think so But even I want to start writing a books............. Writing books is on my budget, but I'm gonna try my best to do it. because I'm thinking that I can't write a book but I will try insha Allah

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2020-12-10 21:31:58

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Mehak Kapoor

@Khadeejah_Mansur_ check message box

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2020-12-11 15:39:29

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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.

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