Without you, the poet became a son -in -law. Without you every poem, I loved a breathless cage. Laleh went to the wind. Jas was sleeping under the cover of the month. The month of death was a mirror of death. The cage was released. Etemadi to the night of the hearts one must fall in love with the gray. The gray means the blue, the poet without the son of the son -in -law. Without you, every poem was in love with you. And we are tulip. We did not sell the sun that we did not rain without the poet without you. Without a poem, I loved a breathlessness. Without you, the cage was released. The tulip went to the wind.
