There will be no sound in the settlements The inscription on the roof and door will remain There will be the provision of tears, wanting without result
By NF4 years ago in Poets
These days wandering in the whirlpool of desire Where will these fleeing days stop? In the darkness of the setting night Days in search of the sun of peace
The tree infest with termites, or the human being is afflicted We both saw surviving less Of those who swear allegiance to the hand of darkness
Beauty is beauty beyond beauty The color of eternity is like an example Then who is the one who transcends all things? There is nothing out of the ordinary.
There was a dream for us But even the stars kept showing their game It is the way life is here All of them have loaded and unloaded some
Now the journey was different, and there were some mirages Going to Dasht-e-Talab was a dream come true The tumult of the Day of Judgment was on the roofs of the city
One has to find oneself in the eye Then after that, we have to be afraid of ions The stars are the poor of the closed street of the sky!
There are no mirrors in the mirrors Like the horror of an empty eye At all times, the world was in turmoil. Ever since your attention has been focused - there is still time.
I miss you who forgot me I am wasting my nights with tears Burning at the door of the shadows of the past Torturing the mind by remembering
Supervises the purposes of nature Or the slave of the desert or the man of the story There is an accountant in the world of falling into the trap of civilization
The night was a strangely haunting weather To be or not to be was vague There was a loneliness that was sympathetic
Why listen to everything quietly? Never say it with enthusiasm Your house is under siege in the same city There is a fire where to find out why
