POEMS BY: Nosratolah Massoudi
TRANSLATED BY: Faramarz Soleimani
#2
Solitude is leaving the last mark
On my season of waste
With the syntax of your lips
A little earlier than late
Find out the silence
Of this waste.
#3
You came a little
worse than sudden
With eyes
The almond tree
Never leaves
In the worst wind
And then you were gone worse
Than sudden
To leave the mirrors hand
Empty of you
Wherever of wherever you are
Embrace me
In respect of the breeze
Which lost you.
#4
I am involved with heart
Tell your generous eyes
It is time to mediate
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