The Pearl

[بثينة محمد]

If I were able to catch a cloud, would that mean I can smell roses ?!
Yet, why would I try to catch a cloud
while I am the sky..
Can sky smell roses ?!

[بثينة محمد]

There's no ****ter for a lost and tortured soul..Neither ground carry it nor wind heal its wounds. How can I lead it back?! Even knowing the point of loss doesn't helping as I thought it'd. misled to the edges of nonsense!!! Every things sounds grey to my soul, things and people. Even affection shows as... an old-fashion show... simply grey‎

[بثينة محمد]

Being in love is always confusing.
No matter who you feel love with. The sacrifice, the worry, the sudden freedom that comes and goes with

the love waves, Every sensation is a mystery itself ! I just hate all this miss for love can never be arranged,

can never be organized nor trusted. It's simply a complex of motivation and stereotyped characteristics

fight with its own legends and morals. I can say a lot about being in love, yet silence is the best action to denote it

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[بثينة محمد]

A case of being Miraculous is when you try to be good or to do right deeds and then you fail. Somehow, people just look to what shines above your head and ignore the most important challenge that you may not be able to succeed at. It's irony indeed, when you are punishing yourself for your sins, there's always some appreciation that increases your feeling of guilt and raises your misery..Understanding humans mind is one of the hardest missions ever

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[بثينة محمد]

Forgive me my love for I can never need you more than a dear friend.. Friends are home, relief, peace and secure..love is passion, fragrance, wind and sea..Friendship are always logical, reasonable, understood, well-arranged while love is quite the opposite..Love can never be more than a need for living yet Friendship ...is the life itself. Thus, my love, If u r not my friend, then u r only a fire

[بثينة محمد]

I know how do I love you , how deep, how bad
yet , my heart can not be prisioned by you
thus , I may hold the guilt of making you sad
for I have to fly away from you
It is only you, the one who had
the purest love, the one which is true
you can wander and be at me mad
sure, you shall ask why I flew
My heart, my sweetest man
you could leave me. so, forgive me if you can

Pearl of soul..

[بثينة محمد]

I am the sky, the free soul that nourishes the wind.
I'm the daughter of the sun and the friend of the moon and beauty.
I am Bothinah !