Sina Sanjari

Afternoon
sound of a dog who is interested only to syllabic rhythms
spins in the silence of Westwood
farther
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Quite normal
Years passed;
Off
And thousands of questions.
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For years, I have stared at the silent rock which is staring at seasons
while they come, while they go
staring at the coloring of Spring and Fall
Long…long time...I have stared
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you were gone
to bring cups of tea
to drink together and know
how does taste life
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We arrived at night, at suspicious night
Night is the moment, immersed in the sound of frog

we arrived, tired, exhausted
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No doubt nor fear
Wherever is possible
Flowers bloom and…. wither
this is truth,
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washes her feather at the tightest opportunity
during an impossible moment
like a swan, white, love comes
washes her feather in a clear mind
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Its morning and the world looks like the dream of a flower,
a blossomed dream of smiling flower

its morning and the world as I see it
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as long as the wheel spins
our dream will remain eternal

every moment is the same as outset moment
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you are tired obviously.sit down, there's still time
sit down there's still time until the collapse of Earth

in the last efflorescence of Aden
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tea cup
drawn into unknown
cube sugar
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I left
my bright dream
in the deepening fog
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like lost, coming across something else
we and the world are here for another conversation

to escape after our conversation
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Now I Know
What says the sea
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Drawing aside the world
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