My love for writing
This country, this society and I were one day identical. Our laughter-cry and joy-pain were identical. Our day and night and morning and evening were one, our thoughts and thoughts and hopes and expectations were the same. I was, there were a lot of people around me. There were friends, there were friends, there were enemies, yet everyone was human and I had love for people.
I was, there was the noise of life around me, there was the merriment of youth, there was the noise of joy and there was the silence of pain. One day I will not be, but there will be country and society, people and people will have joys and sorrows. There will be noise, there will be silence, and there will be writing in my pen. I will not live, but my writing will live on in the chest of paper and maybe in the heart of people as a memory of love for people.
One day I had a life of potential, in the dawn of that life there were many dreams, many fantasies and plans, many hopes and expectations. There was a lot of pain in the afternoon of life, there was crying, there was frustration and sighing and there was the accumulated pain of dream breaking. Everything was, everything will be. Only I will not stay. I will not stay, but my writing as a memory of my dreams and dreams
Survive on the screen of black letters and in the courtyard of the human heart.
Writing is the beating of my heart, writing is the dedication of my soul. Writing is a picture of my life, writing is a reflection of my life. That's why I love my writing and dedicate myself to the beauty of writing. That is why I do not write my writing with the ink of prayer, I write with the tears of a broken heart.
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