(Translated by Ghazal Mosadeq)
I wept for the both
for you
and for me
you blow at
the stars, my tears
in your world
the freedom of light
in mine
The chase of shadows
you and I will come to an end
somewhere
the most beautiful poem in the world
falls quiet
you begin
somewhere
to cry the
murmur of life
but I will end
I burn
I'll be that extinguished star
In your sky
like smoke
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