They do not come even if they hear the crying of letters and the trembling of paper. If they wanted to stay, they would not leave from the beginning
did not like it
Who among us is safe from the pain of loss or the disappointment of abandonment...
But who said, sir, that we should weep for those who do not make us cry, remember those who forget us, and wait for those who do not miss us..!!
Where is the pride from the pile of nostalgia and brokenness that includes these texts??..

I was struck by your mention of the verb "to sweep" three times on the first pages.
Sweep up the broken fragments
Sweep the weeds of sadness from their hearts
Sweep the place from the rest of your conversations and concerns

Oh if possible
Place face wash
And decorate it with some makeup!!!
..Which makeup is mentioned in our classical Arabic language in a poetry collection??

I cry when your absence falls
From my eyes roses
My cheek becomes a garden!!!
For your information, roses and orchards do not suit crying and absence

Let pride have a share in the upcoming works..Thank you