Thinking of your eyes
Gets me mad
No way to take you
Millions of millions miles between us
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Think of the crows
Black not being sinister
Who knows the white's goods?
We heard
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Show me how ‘m engulfing
The house
That near the valley
Has become a troll
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Why this hell life not finish?
I'm smashed by each of Its moment
I've died in every day of it
Sometimes think of death
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translation of my persian written poetry e-book named: 'about the pain of being' which published in last summer.
Introduction
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translation of my persian written poetry e-book named: 'about the pain of being' which published in last summer.
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The smell of folded evening paper
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translation of my persian written poetry e-book named: 'about the pain of being' which published in last summer.
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How lolled on the walnut branch the white crow!
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No matter of executioner
With your shining memory
They say wanting my head
But babe!
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The horologe's dinging
Drive me on the nerves
No poor poet!
It's the madness's repeat
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What such a pain!
Cheers boys!
Drink the darkness
No permission to light
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Sad sunday
When all windows had shut
To wish light behind the blinds
To want a fresh breeze
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It was a mistake
Always It was
What could I do?
Just watching your screaming
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this poem basically was written in persian by myself.the translation is for me too.
for John Huss and Jordano Brono
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what do I do? compose poems.write plays and novels and scenarios.do professional inquiry of history and critic of Literature. I'd love everyone in world understood all the cultures and nations arts.)
Captive
Captive in my constellation
Two little fishes
Orbiting
Again and again
I'm not your cliff
See the ocean
Far from us
Captive in our bowl
Waiting for stones
Beak full of fires crows coming instead
Captive
Captive in towers