The wound of dagger, dirk, and sword
drips its blood,
but
the wound of time
hurls up the lava of suffering,
erupting
from the depths of my soul.
خاکستر زخم ناپیدا
زخم دشنه و خنجر و شمشیر
خون را میچکاند؛
اما
زخم روزگار
گدازهٔ رنج را
بر جانم
.فوران میکند
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
Online) - Published: December 9th, 2025 10:10
- Category: Unclassified
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