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يكشنبه, ۶ مهر ۱۳۹۳، ۰۸:۱۸ ب.ظ
بسم الله الرّحمن الرّحیم
Autumn is creeping into my room,
reminding me of the pains ...
Young birds are flying the nest;
reminding me of goals, of roads ahead ...
Trees are all swaying in the wind
reminding me of empty hands ...
I'm staring at your blue - but rather dismal - sky
thinking of you ...
I'm all ears;
to hear something from you ...
Listen!
"THIS SILENCE IS DEAFENING"
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