The Calendar Without You Autumn again... And the street has become a scene for longing. I stand, as always, beside a window at the far end of waiting. A strange loneliness begins to bloom within me; I do not know its name, yet with each passing day its roots grow deeper, settling

Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
The Calendar Without You Autumn again... And the street has become a scene for longing. I stand, as…

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    Beyond Your Orbit Every story, sooner or later, arrives at a station— somewhere between staying and leaving, between streets still haunted by the scent of yesterday and a train al…

    Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
    Beyond Your Orbit Every story, sooner or later, arrives at a station— somewhere…
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    The Reach of a Shoulder Some dreams are born to remain… even if autumn strips the whole world bare. Sometimes, at the threshold of loneliness and colder seasons, a courage made of…

    Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
    The Reach of a Shoulder Some dreams are born to remain… even if autumn strips t…
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    Perhaps the greatest gift of a storm is tearing away the roof that kept us from seeing the sky. Without an Umbrella When the roof collapses, the sky draws closer. When you rise fr…

    Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
    Perhaps the greatest gift of a storm is tearing away the roof that kept us from…
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    What Our Hands Were Given We lingered and watched autumn unfold, unaware that the autumn wind carried with it a sorrow colder than its own... We took on the color of fallen leaves…

    Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
    What Our Hands Were Given We lingered and watched autumn unfold, unaware that t…
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    Before Winter Comes All I have of autumn is the frame of a window facing the street, from where I gaze into the heart of fall and wait for you through every falling leaf. The stre…

    Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
    Before Winter Comes All I have of autumn is the frame of a window facing the st…
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    Brimming... To seek refuge in a past that never came to be may be the closest thing to peace when it is already too late to begin again. Once more, a familiar feeling winds itself…

    Golnaz Aliyari @yass7755 ·
    Brimming... To seek refuge in a past that never came to be may be the closest t…

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