The Shelter Of Demise Poem by Mohsen Zohrab Beigi

The Shelter Of Demise



Never voice your frauds are one,
You've shattered yourself for a long time,

You won't derive what my eyes see,
Gladness dying before its glee,

Cradlesong vagaries your way,
It does not matter night or day,

Fog in Fog everywhere,
Cradlesong claims forever.

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