They want me to tell enchanting poems, but they don’t know that the one who <\/p>\n
In the pain of a broken bone, the tongue that opens the bud. \u0622\u0646 \u0628\u06af\u0648\u06cc\u0645<\/p>\n
It dries on the branch. They want me to speak of it in my poems. <\/p>\n
I will tell you about the train and the lost lovers, of the broken-hearted lovers who… <\/p>\n
They are sitting on a bench at the station; they want them with their eyes. <\/p>\n
I accept that I have fallen behind in this society, my old age is catching up with me. <\/p>\n
I fall and let them deny me. Who am I? <\/p>\n
I am not the one who is left behind from the metro every morning and… <\/p>\n
Is it crowded from all sides in the bus? Squeezed and pushed? <\/p>\n
The wrinkles of its essence give the taste of anise and old sorrows. <\/p>\n
I pour myself into a disposable cup; my only companions are my trains. <\/p>\n
My beautiful and sad love is far away, the power of this enchanting potion. \u0627\u06cc\u0646 \u0646\u0628\u0648\u062f<\/p>\n
If I were to kill myself that day, it wouldn’t be for this reason alone. <\/p>\n
It was a simple trick! This city has suddenly become organized. \u062e\u0627\u0644\u06cc \u0648\u062c\u0648\u062f \u0646\u062f\u0627\u0634\u062a<\/p>\n
The trains arrived on time and there was no empty seat on the bus. <\/p>\n
I got my share.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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