Mehrdad Dadkhah

A hearty laughter followed my
So called frozen heart.
A response. a threat. or maybe beg.
It engulfed my soul in cacoon-like cage.
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Come dance with me little devil while holding a red flower
Two roads diverged in front of us, you took the left, I another
Where have you been I saw you dance and dance in that egregious ring of fire
I let you have all of my soul so you can chastise it in your honor
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Forgotten. Broken. Mended again.
Was the life what I thought of or what I repent?
Ashamed. Guilt-ridden. Yet keep on trying.
Shall I call out to myself or le‌ave my soul dying?
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Let me whisper a tale of 325 names.   
                                                  Craved on tombstones yet it left us all pale.
Though digits to some maybe
                                                    to some it is about robbed souls.
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A tale past by the wind was whispered to my ears
The Wind may have been harsh as they couldn't hear
It told me of hands covered in sooth
Pale of a face and of palms not smooth
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