Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...

We must again,
learn these mundane paths...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

Everyone
is going to work...

To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side...

She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...

Hero is a woman who has been bitten,
raped, convoluted in her loss of dignity...

Right there
garden unfurls itself...