Thinking of your eyes
Gets me mad
No way to take you
Millions of millions miles between us
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where is my 'ever beloved'?
like young Beethoven
with whom divide this 'moon light'?
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yeah!
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Think of the crows
Black not being sinister
Who knows the white's goods?
We heard
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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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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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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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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.)
Here Without You
Thinking of your eyes
Gets me mad
No way to take you
Millions of millions miles between us
Are gaps
What can I do?
Watching your pic?
Hiding my hidden woes?
No one here understand
All blind
All deaf
Here without you
Like the time
Without moments