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January 28, 2025

Ashes of Blood – A Poem by Ronak Faraji

ی از آرامش

Your standing feet, deep in indifference, and the corners of your lips, pieces of tranquility. از خون شدن

How much blood is left from this winter, that this crowd has become bloodthirsty. خاطرات

Do the broken-hearted dream of spring? And what is left of us, except memories? می‌آیند

“Hand in hand, are we supporting our individuals? Or are they coming from behind us?” ی

We have fallen into the illusions of the mind, and we no longer know the judgment assembly. Where in the world will the benefit of rationality have an emergency landing…

Oh lady, what do you carry around with your wounds? – White fabric of peace

“Sir, …”

Ronak Faraji
December 22, 2019

Blood ashes Number 103 Poetry Ronak Faraji پیمان صلح ماهنامه خط صلح ماهنامه خط صلح