دل نوشته . . .
A voice my heart
I hear a voice that tells me to setup and move.
I hear that tells you are not the girl who has not feeling and numb.
Tells and flip over leares my soul.
Do you hear the sound of your budding cells?
Cells of my inside inviting to gether to play.
Their laughter volume is a delightful relief to find this sense of spirit that was nice and had some good moment.
When I have laughter deep down there, suddenly remembered that how much time on my lips smile was huff?
When I see lalic and rose at the garden.
flowering of peny tree wrapping a vine tree around it self releasing of the dandelions in the wind.
I enjoy them. With all of my heart oh my god, I remember I had eyes until now, but I had never saw them
When I pick cherry and put my mouth it looks like, I am drunk wich is full of wine.
When I close my eyes fall breeze touch and feel me and the heat of my inside gets flame.
Now that I see thease sign I found faith in myself with all my heart that universe replied on my eishes.
Thanks god, thanks
Writer: miss tahere
Leader: miss mitra
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اين وبلاگ اولین وبلاگ گروهی خانمهای مسافر است و توسط بچه های لژیون خانم راد راه اندازی گردیده که درگذشته به نوعی درگیر مصرف مواد مخدر بوده اند و با آسودگی خاطر در محیطی کاملاَ مطمئن با روش صحیح تدریجی ( DST ) در كنگره 60 به درمان رسيده اند و قصد دارند از اين طريق به خانم هايي كه مصرف كننده مواد مخدر هستند كمك نمايند . . .