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Hail
Ali Hosseiny |
Very long ago
the saturation of night,
your homesickness,
the dreams of stars,moons, and suns
had seen me.
Here, I see
the hands of nights,pains and wounds
taking a mirror to the death.
There,
my comfort under the shadow of
your bosom, picked the setting bunch by bunch,
the small tree besides the rocks
moved hands slowly
I said goodbye, too.
Now I am autumn
my remembrance will be yours
while the dawn would call me
from the throat of breeze,
would be hail
cause me rain with tears.
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