poetry
convoluted sacred geometry of chance
takes me back to her farewell appearance
rustle of dried yellow leaves behind her
force me believe all parts of my nightmare
all konw,I overcomed my irrational fear
when I pleaded ,in flood of tears
saber)
+ نوشته شده در سه شنبه سوم آبان ۱۳۹۰ ساعت توسط s
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