\u0647 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06a9\u0634\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
In the morning, when the winds of nerves pull towards a path of departure from home. \u0631\u0627<\/p>\n
They will do and water between the meat cloths on themselves. \u0647\u0627 \u0631\u0627<\/p>\n
I will conquer the seas, from reef to reef, the waters. <\/p>\n
But he was standing next to the sailless boats and children. \u0631\u0648\u062f<\/p>\n
You know well that every hand that goes up will come down. \u06a9\u0631\u0627\u062a \u062e\u0648\u062f \u0628\u06af\u0630\u0627\u0631<\/p>\n
It is inevitable to leave a trace of blood in the red passages of our thoughts. \u0645\u06cc \u0627\u06cc\u0633\u062a\u06cc\u0645<\/p>\n
He does and we stand on a path like the wings of pine trees. \u0628\u06af\u06cc\u0631\u062f<\/p>\n
We desire the color that takes away our arrival. \u0634\u0648\u062f<\/p>\n
They have fled. I say: when the heart desires, it becomes light. <\/p>\n
“I am like water towards the gone stones, the credibility of language.” \u06cc \u0627\u0632 \u062f\u0644\u0645 \u0628\u0631\u0646\u06cc\u0627\u06cc\u062f<\/p>\n
I will give it as a gift, drawn and gone, so that no word may come from my heart. <\/p>\n
I’ll take a guess, standing between two legs, two tired legs. <\/p>\n
Two legs remain facing each other between this door and frame. <\/p>\n
I say, “I will open the door.” \u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
Water is from between blood and flesh, from between friends. <\/p>\n
Slippery feet are fleeing in the back like escaping rivers. <\/p>\n
Fleeing escapes from the hands that are becoming weak. \u0633\u0631<\/p>\n
It is the same stone that falls on this head. <\/p>\n
A chest of drawers that had given credibility to the era of gears. <\/p>\n
But the only thing my eyes catch are the intricate shadows. <\/p>\n
I see that they have taken hold of the meat grinder. \u06a9\u0631\u062f\u0647<\/p>\n
They are in between water and blood and the pieces that have set out. \u0622\u0646<\/p>\n
They have done it on the path of nerve rivers and escaped from it. <\/p>\n
Blood vessels, as well as asphalt distribution, are the same. \u0647\u0627\u06cc \u0628\u0644\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
The pedestrian walkway, which is also suspended from tall posts. <\/p>\n
The electric wires and then the poles are being circled around your name.
\nThey become a lattice from your spilled blood. \u062d\u0647<\/p>\n
When you raise your hand, it is a testament to the power of the bullets on the page. <\/p>\n
They will still pull even if I remove this intermediary. \u0647<\/p>\n
If they draw a line around the gear, even if they want to write a letter. \u06cc \u0648 \u062f\u0631\u062f<\/p>\n
I know they will pull you out of this poem; goodness and pain. \u0628\u0647 \u062f\u0644\u0645 \u0645\u06cc \u06cc\u0627\u0628\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
I know that one day, words will find their way to my heart through the gaps in your teeth. <\/p>\n
They will return to the chaos of this landscape. <\/p>\n
I want to make my dream come true. <\/p>\n
Let me continue the poem and go on. I have nothing else. <\/p>\n
I will tell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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