Mirror of life

The day passes like this,

Like someone takes away the favor

Seeing the mirror,

We are relieved to know in this house that someone is ripe, maybe someone throws stones again on Shajar

Then there is a sprinkling of blood in your eyes,

Maybe someone bothers you

Of late, silence echoes

As someone calls us.

Often you have seen that when a thread breaks

Or ends when weaving a warp, you start twisting it

Again by tying the

You and end start incorporating it

In this warp, but not

A single knot can

See the knot of the weaver,

Someone I had woven once the same relationship but all its fall is clearly visible my friend weaver.