Bitter Chat, No Poem by Reza Ashofteh
Bitter Chat, No
Bitter chat, no
From the hole of the world
Give up
With forefinger
It is no escape from pollutions
Man is in ruins
Warning, hanging on the tip of the leaves of the trees
Death, death, death
Slowly a fall rain
Make your heart happy
In a bright tomorrow
In enlightening the moon and the sun
It will be sweeter than that
If your eyes are on human awakening
Not to bitter chat
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