26 april 2012
(( Forgotten ))
O, witnesses of the night
Exile me
To the most distant point of the universe
In the complex area of the vacuum
Moment by moment
I think about my enjoyment
That night
the voice of calligrapher's pen was heard
And i feigned sleep
I became tired
Time
is my place to act
I have acknowledged my faith
I shall go to the cemetery
To dig a grave for myself
but
The weather is cold
It's snowing
And umbrellas
Have put my burial ceremony off .
(( Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh ))
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