On a misty day
My face feels air like the old memories…
I look back and pray, not once
But so many times, over and over
Calling your name and longing for your touch
And hoping somewhere out there … faraway,
You have closed your eyes and thinking of the one, who
Breathes nothing but your name,
Feels nothing but your touch,
Reaches for nothing but your hands
Take my heart in your hands from faraway
If I deserve your touch
Person | About | Day |
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نسرین ستوده: زندانی روز | Dec 04 | |
Saeed Malekpour: Prisoner of the day | Lawyer says death sentence suspended | Dec 03 |
Majid Tavakoli: Prisoner of the day | Iterview with mother | Dec 02 |
احسان نراقی: جامعه شناس و نویسنده ۱۳۰۵-۱۳۹۱ | Dec 02 | |
Nasrin Sotoudeh: Prisoner of the day | 46 days on hunger strike | Dec 01 |
Nasrin Sotoudeh: Graffiti | In Barcelona | Nov 30 |
گوهر عشقی: مادر ستار بهشتی | Nov 30 | |
Abdollah Momeni: Prisoner of the day | Activist denied leave and family visits for 1.5 years | Nov 30 |
محمد کلالی: یکی از حمله کنندگان به سفارت ایران در برلین | Nov 29 | |
Habibollah Golparipour: Prisoner of the day | Kurdish Activist on Death Row | Nov 28 |
memories
by American Wife on Fri Sep 26, 2008 04:11 PM PDTI. Know. This. Feeling.
And how beautifully said. Thank you!
Really nice. This feeling of
by Anonymous3 (not verified) on Wed Sep 24, 2008 08:42 PM PDTReally nice. This feeling of missing the one you love so much is torturous...not see, hear, or touch him is like taking a nife and slowly cuting your soul bit by bit...sigh.