Strangely Poem by Yasin Mokhtarnejad
Strangely
The familiar valleys have burned me.
The weight of green leaves is strange.
It is strange to both of them.
Suffering has been inflicted on two worlds.
Who knows the well-fulfilled stories?
Who wants the sorrows of the world spread?
The world has its seal on you.
The world has its seal on you.
Armaghane's patience has become a pain-free balm.
Maybe this is it. Sympathetic has become strange.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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