Step by step,

Nested corridors

Premature images

Which are more mysterious than wisdom

Are passing from my closed eyes

In the bed of the gypsies lane market

Gathering of wolf and ewe tribes are going on

Smell of contract and treaty,

Ever lasting peace and expand of land,

Which, this dirty bloods flowing in the vessles with out vessle liberty

Will make posterity flow

My wife,

Sing lullaby to our child

Tomorrow will be war day.


((((Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh))))

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Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh

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