*The voice of water's foot*
.I'm from Kashan
.My cycle is not bad
I have an loaf of bread, a bit cleverness, and alittle enthusiast
.I have a mother better than a leaf of tree
.Friends better than sluicy water
:And a God who is near here
.between these cloves, beneath that tall pinon
.On the awareness of water, on the rule of plant
.I'm muslim
.My kiblah is a red flower
.My praymat is springhead, My cachet is the light
.Plain is my sajadeh
.I ablutin with beats of the windows
.The moon and spectrum flow in my prayer
:The stone is visible behind my prayer
.All of my prayer's particles crystallized
I say my prayer when the wind say the call to prayer above the finial of cypress...
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An old girl dances nervously in my head
The city dances Arabic on my head
This universe, with all its implications
Is dancing on a leg of foot skull
The years have gone and from your shine eyes still
The crazy man is dancing with a tin maker
The moon picture fell on the water and i fell in the water
I cry and she dances half a night
Balqais' hair dances with the Saba wind on the Soleiman_e_Nabi's throne
در سرم دختر پیری عصبی می رقصد شهر بر روی سر من عربی می رقصد این جهان با همــه ی دغدغه...
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