سکوت و من

کجاست مادر کجاست گهواره من....

روی  صندلی  پشت  میز  کار  نشسته ام  و  میدانم  که 

به  زودی  آنجا  روی  صندلی  پشت  میز  کارم  خواهم  بود...

برای  برقراری  ارتباط  بین  ما  پیوند  های  زیادی  شکل  میگیرد

و  مسیر های  تازه ای  کشف  می شوند

ما  به  استقبال  حقایق  میرویم  بی آنکه  ترسی  از  خطا در ما باشد

ما  نشانه دار  شده ایم... ما  تیک  خورده ایم...

Learn With Every Goodbye

Unknown

After a while, you learn the subtle difference

and between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning

And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts

And presents aren't promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats

With the grace of a woman,

not the grief of a child,

And learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight

And after a while, you learn That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn

and learn...

With every goodbye, you learn.

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