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even if my mind forget your memories..my heart wont forget your kindness....kindness is the international mystery of the hearts..my kindness doesnt need any translate..every where you are in the world..with every language you speak..with every riligion you pray..and with every custom and traditions you live..you can only read one thing from my feeling : MY KINDNESS TO YOU.......for telling the feeling, you dont need any voice..the tongue is not able to express the feeling with the words..for telling the kindness,for understanding the feeling..you should just feel..just be kind......sometimes deep in the silent thousand and thousands feelings come into existence..thousand and thousands smiles..kindesses.....sometimes there are the distances, the frontiers which make the kindness......the silent is not important for me..i dont care the distancees...the important thing is that my heart can feel your kindness..even if you dont want...and i will keep it in my memory, in my heart forever (sweet..)
hi my dear friends this one maybe my last poem here in the bix..hope you enjoy..hope you understand me..i cannot belive but this time really so soon it became late..bye for a long time my friends..hope you a kind life.. shirin..
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