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— yellow, trembling, and quietly slipped from the branches of time and fell. We fell, yet never

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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 AliyariGolnaz Aliyari @yass7755 · 2026-09-05

   
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   Laughter in the Wind If the world should close all its windows to spring, I will speak of the buds that still breathe in the memory of the earth... In the eye of the storm, I hurl…

   Golnaz AliyariGolnaz Aliyari @yass7755 · 2026-09-04

   

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