@vincent1992

The wind is blowing in the alley This is the beginning of destruction The wind was blowing on the day your hands were destroyed Dear stars Dear cardboard stars When lies start blowing in the sky How else can one take refuge in the verses of the apostles with a broken head? We will meet like the dead of thousands of years and then The sun will judge the decay of our bodies Let us believe Let us believe in the beginning of the cold season Let us believe in the ruins of the gardens of imagination In the overturned idle sickles And the imprisoned seeds Look at the snow that is falling Forough Farrokhzad https://ik.imagekit.io/lens/media-snapshot/94136bb8cecba0c146147926249d72edaf67680fdfda2847f2c4a6713766ee09.jpg

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