Parwez Hwma

We said our farewells,
But there we left something
That nobody picked it up.
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A cloud preached my forehead.
Often, it starts raining.
Nostalgia arrested my throat,
it catches my imaginations, and putting them to my childhood yard.
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Every day we forget about death.
It's a question which needs to be answered,
It doesn't need to come, it's already here.
I can answer it, I can touch it.
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My head is strange to my body,
As if it comes from somewhere else.
Internal events,
Without myself,
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Our street corner is house of a lady,
She always rambles before sunset.
Her daughter walks in the afternoon,
The whole family are addicted by walking.
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Do you know?
When I write a letter to you,
I only need a paper.
I don't lie to you,
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