Cold Night - Poem by Anwer Ghani
In a cold night the vehicle threw its eardrop, and because of that the coasts and the original citizens become straying . In that time I was a heavy guest at the serenity of that gardener who lives at the sun downgrades. It was very cold, its age is more than thousands years. It like to wear a red clothes.Now I think you know the explanation of all these bloods.
Now I want to tell you something. I tried to bring flower, peach and new night from the garden of that elderly farmer. I fact I tried sincerely, but that cold night was thick, and wears stony peels. In addition to all this, its heart was bitter, I mean very bitter.
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