Night of Dawning

It did not bow beneath rather it did not even feel the weight of darkness, with the murmur of the nectar-vessels beneath its ear in its womb: the red rose, clinging to the stem: blossomed beautiful at the gateway of day...

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Wheat Field

تاب نیاورد بلکه اصلا احساس نکرد وزن ظلمت را ، با زمزمه ی شهد آوند زیر گوشش در بطنش : گل سرخ ، چسبیده به ساقه : شکفته زیبا دم دروازه ی روز ...
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