Evening

Before this bitter evening
This fall, full of pain
This vortex of solitude
The slough of despair
I thought like this
Without you the world
Alas's cell
All chains of disdain
But now I see
Without you reality absurd
Without you, meaning empty
The heart's hand is musty
In this lagoon Without spirit
need a move
by the look of love


By Eghbal Sohrabi
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