دلنوشته‌ غیرپارسی دلنوشته The Light of a Smile اثر yeganeh~ کاربر انجمن یک رمان

[~YEGANEH]

Title: The Light of a Smil
Author: Yeganeh
Genre: Romance
Synopsis: Amid gray days and forgotten brushes, Artin, an artist who has long lost his creative spark, is suddenly awakened by a chance smile. That smile is not merely a smile, but a spark that reignites the embers of sweet memories and opens a new path toward hope. The Light of a Smile is a story about the transformative power of a fleeting moment—how it can break the silence of a weary soul and bring back the lost colors of life. This journey is one from the depths of despair toward a renewed brightness, carrying the echoes of love and hope.

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It would be better to change...​

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[Pardis]

•| بسم رب القلم |•

آنچه از دل برآید، لاجرم بر دل نشیند.

نویسنده‌ی عزیز، بی‌نهایت خرسندیم که دلنوشته‌های زیبایتان را در انجمن «یک رمان» به اشتراک می‌گذارید.
خواهشمندیم پیش از پست‌گذاری و شروع دلنوشته‌، قوانین بخش «دلنوشته‌های غیرپارسی کاربران» را به خوبی مطالعه بفرمایید.

" قوانین بخش دلنوشته‌های غیرپارسی کاربران"

پس از گذاشتن اولین پست می‌توانید گفتمان آزاد ایجاد...​

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[~YEGANEH]

When it rains, even the city seems to sigh and I do more.
Homesickness nests in my chest; silent but heavy.
My eyelids grow heavy, and even breathing feels hard.
My pens sit in the corner, just like me still and quiet.
Today I only want the rain to wash away what I never said.​

 

[~YEGANEH]

Sometimes memories return from behind a veil of fog; vivid, yet far away.
Old smiles still breathe in the corners of my mind.
Back then, happiness was simple: one glance, one voice, one quiet evening.
Now everything remains like a faded photograph tucked inside time’s pocket.
And with every reminder, I feel both warmth and how far away I’ve drifted.

 

[~YEGANEH]

My brush hasn’t greeted the blank canvas in a long time.
The colors lie lifeless and forgotten beneath a layer of silence.
Each line used to be a piece of my soul; now my hand trembles.
It feels as if art is the first thing to leave when the heart grows tired.
And I’m left with a silent canvas that looks just like me.

 

[~YEGANEH]

When morning comes, it feels like nothing is meant to happen time only passes by.
The same sounds, the same shadows, the same fogged window, and the same heavy breath.
I pull the day into night, like a thin thread of hope that keeps getting shorter.
Night arrives too, but my sleep isn’t peaceful it’s just the day’s silence continuing.
And then morning again… with the same tiring repetition.

 

[~YEGANEH]

In these repetitive days, I get lost inside myself, not outside.
I fill the air with breath, but it doesn’t feel like anything eases.
Every time I sit down, a “Why?” strikes my mind wet-eyed and unanswered.
Why did happiness leave? Why did the colors fall asleep? Why did I go silent?
And I just keep watching… waiting for an answer, or maybe a breeze.

 

[~YEGANEH]

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It was still raining when the café door opened softly.
A girl walked in simple, rain-soaked, and unaware of what she had brought with her.
I only looked at her for a second… yet that single second seemed to break time apart.
The air changed; not the café, not the rain only my heart.
And for the first time in a long while, something inside me stirred.

 

[~YEGANEH]

Her smile was like a small light passing quietly through the clouds.
Her eyes held a soft sparkle the kind that seems to hide nothing, only honesty.
Her lips curved gently and naturally, and her cheeks came alive with a tender color.
That smile was neither loud nor dramatic, yet it carried more force than a thousand words.
And I was left with details that carved themselves into my mind without permission.

 

[~YEGANEH]

That smile was like a sip of cold water in the heat of exhaustion.
At first, it was only shock a brief pause in the middle of my crowded thoughts.
Then a quiet warmth began spreading through my chest from somewhere unknown.
It didn’t feel like excitement, nor like memory… something newer, more alive.
And I realized that some moments, very gently, light a person up all over again.