In karimkhan street
You were a major incident
You entered me
Eye to eye
I got off the pain
In the prelude to the poem
I walk alone
I am the world`s loneliest man
Whit a smile on the lips
And a heart worn out
I pick up the phone
I call your number
I feel your void
Like I feel freedom`s
Your names
Are all that is left.
reza akvanian
Translator: Sheema Kalbasi
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