the essence of you

The Lonely Author



the essence of you


Fragrances come and go
While your scent lingers
Breathing new life
like a paramedic
mouth to mouth, soul to soul

For you are a potpourri of aromas
A bouquet of love poems
Enchanting my senses
A whiff of romance
On a starry night in June

You are the perfume
Resuscitating my heart
As I breathe love
Every time I inhale
The essence of you

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Lesson From Dad XXIX / Be You.


My son , no friend will share your pain.

No one else will take over your trials.

Who do you think will lose his sleep for you?

If You fall , you have yourself to pick you up.

When you fail , only your determination will help.

Be your own world have clear conscience and mind.

Forgive the others and ask for forgiveness from above.

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Crazy people…

Try to get it!

Yes…the train station is a different life..

There you can meet people of all types in life..

An old woman came near me …she was buying tissues.. I bought some although I did not need any…I gave her more money than she asked for…the woman looked so poor and exhausted…

She deserves to be helped by others.

I sat on the chair with my children waiting for the train that comes from Luxor to north Egypt…

Suddenly I heard some one talking..

I looked behind..

I found the old woman sitting on the ground…

She began to speak and laugh in a strange way…

It seems that she wanted to tell her story to every one in the station..

Sadly some people listened and laughed at her …

The woman seemed to have a big shock in her life…someone stole her gold…it seemed that she lost her son…may be she…

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the girl I haven’t met

The Lonely Author

sensual-4943This little thing is dedicated to my future girlfriend…..


the girl I haven’t met


Tonight I fantasized about the girl I haven’t met
As my personal muse she’ll be an inspiring poet
Writing the softest verses as silky as her hosiery
She will wear elegant metaphors like fine jewelry

Gondolas transport love poems through her veins
As her sensuous lips taste of sparkling champagne
Beside her bed rests One Hundred Years of Solitude
In her night table hides lingerie that sets the mood

A delicious contradiction of shy, sassy and coquette
She’s the type of woman no real man could ever forget
For somewhere over the horizon she pens loving poetry
Perhaps one day, her words of love will be meant for me


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Live for the moment ❤️


Life is short

Time is fast

No replay

No rewind

So enjoy every moment as it comes ❤️

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National Dog Day


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Crossover with a Horse.

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Letting go takes time


It’s hard to accept, but you can’t change the past. You can’t go back and manipulate things to the way you wanted them to happen.

Because life’d be meaningless and boring and just not worth living.But you can change the future and that’s a beautiful thing about life.

Yes, you will make mistakes. And yes, you will have bad days, but as long as you let the past go, you’ll have such a gorgeous and bright future ahead of you.

Knowing that things were meant to happen. MMKnowing that each day you will learn something so that you keep growing to be a better person..

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O Lord! Always make your grace a guide for me. Don´t show me the road which doesn’t go to you! . . . Ya Rab! Lütfunu rehber kıl daima bana ve sakın sana ulaşmayan yolu bana gösterme! . . . Fuzuli


I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside.


Sebepleri öğrenmek isteyerek delirmenin eşiğinde, çaldım Allah’ın kapısını. Kapı açıldı ve gördüm ki, içerden çalmaktaymışım.


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