Daylight

The daylight of absenteeism was not searched, but when I came to the dreams of the night, when I came to dreams, I am now suffering without you. When the night of the nightingale is beautiful, the birds in the country cry with the feeling of separation from the bilingual bile. Everything has a summit. When our poet expresses his tiredness, he shows the reasons and wishes to leave to find his son. But he knows that these deceptions are in vain. Because beloved is found while migrating to remote countries. These mummies, ominals, these lines, are always in his sweet memory. flows in spring in spring and the goal of reaching the city is drawn with enthusiasm, draws a path for love and reaches the subject. Our poet also wants the old days to regain themselves in the spring.
Then the summer rains open a wind umbrella, blow the feelings of the poet in the winds of the , take it to the beloved hearts, determine the target. These beautiful lovers, other poets and lovers say we want to stay on behalf of the line we entered: