Amir Foroughi

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My Withered...


To Lost the living love,
Must
Be dead to know.
Dust
upon the grave,
Rust
To the heart not soul.

Can
Save me from satan,
Ran
From down to heaven.
Man
Adores you even ants,
Hand
To be touched no to be told.

Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2008

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  • Rookie - 936 Points Unwritten Soul (10/7/2011 5:22:00 AM)

    Special crafted poem...Still wonder why a good pair of this hand stop writing? In any flavor you write you actually making thoughtful art...So my Friend Amir, Continue your writing and bring us for something and we will waiting :) _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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