\u0646\u06a9\u0646<\/p>\n
“Do not introduce your life and its various problems to me.” <\/p>\n
It makes me laugh a little, even though I can’t handle it. Love for me. \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0628\u0631\u062f<\/p>\n
It becomes precious and erases the lines of happiness from memory. <\/p>\n
I am a slave. They want me to forget the lines. \u0627\u0632 \u0628\u0631\u0627\u0628\u0631\u062a \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06af\u0630\u0631\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
There are many; lines that pass through you. \u0627\u0632 \u0622\u0646\u0647\u0627 \u0646\u06cc\u0633\u062a\u0645<\/p>\n
They pass by you and there are many; lines that I am not one of. <\/p>\n
I am one of them. In prison, I saw the lines. <\/p>\n
I saw prison walls in the courtyard, I saw them in the rooms, I saw them on the walls. <\/p>\n
I saw a time when people went from individualism to collectivism. \u0647\u0645\u06cc\u0634\u0647<\/p>\n
“Varied with broken faces and their fate and stories forever” <\/p>\n
I, who am a poet in middle age, find pleasure in delightful activities. \u062e\u0637\u0648\u0637 \u0632\u0646\u062f\u0647 \u062a\u0648\u062c\u0647 \u06a9\u0646\u06cc\u062f<\/p>\n
Pay more attention to extinct and forgotten lines than living lines. <\/p>\n
I love the forgotten people, their mythical relatives are with me. \u0634\u0627\u062f\u06cc \u0648 \u0633\u0631\u062e\u0648\u0634\u06cc \u0628\u0647 \u0622\u0646\u200c\u0647\u0627 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0628\u062e\u0634\u062f<\/p>\n
Their loneliness gives them a friendly appearance and in their company, they bring joy and happiness to them. \u0646\u0648\u0634\u062a\u0647 \u0634\u062f\u0647<\/p>\n
I have a smile on my lips. There are many lines written with pain. <\/p>\n
They are being pulled. They are many; lines that carry a sad narrative with them. \u0647\u0645\u06cc\u0634\u0647 \u0628\u0627 \u0645\u0646 \u0647\u0633\u062a\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
And many more; lines that are always with me. \u067e\u06cc\u0634\u0627\u0646\u06cc\u0650 \u0645\u0627\u062f\u0631\u0645 \u0627\u0646\u062f\u0627\u062e\u062a\u0647\u200c\u0627\u0645\u060c \u062f\u0646\u0628\u0627\u0644\u0645 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06a9\u0646\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
I have thrown myself on my mother’s forehead, they are following me; sometimes on the street, I have thrown myself on my mother’s forehead, they are following me. <\/p>\n
They are tapping my shoulder and I am afraid of turning back and bringing them back. \u0622\u062f\u0645\u200c\u0647\u0627<\/p>\n
I know them and remember each one of them. Among all the people. \u062c\u0648\u0627\u0646<\/p>\n
“Only lines, just a few lines fallen on the forehead of that young woman.” <\/p>\n
It is heartbreaking that it seems like they will never leave my mind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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