ali naghavi


Desire

There was a nightingale on the desires tree
The tree was bare, bare of the leaf
The nightingale too, was bare of feather
The shadow of death upon both of them
Sometimes nightingale softly hem
Then, was singing a song, a soft song
The song of farewell, farewell to life
And was lamenting to passing of the time
Defeated the life on the dead branches

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