cradle, the same cradle that I dont remember , the same true and true security, the same place where the prince of the story always wanted the poor girl, the
same city that was my own height from this world, but much bigger, there was no fear of the shadow, nor the fear of the wind, nor did I get lost, not a pigeon, I miss crying
, where is my cradle,
dont tell me. I grew up, dont say that you are bitter, dont cry anymore, come take me, pet me, caress me, my heart wants a carefree embrace
in this poisoned autumn bed that every green breath that is cut off,
no one knows how hard it is to stay like a leaf on a single branch,
my heart is stray to cry, where is my cradle, where is my cradle,
see how easily the blossom of my attachment dies in the mind, where is that light hand, Tell the miracle to come and hold my hand, where is
Maryam Naji, Maryam Pak, why does she not remember this broken body , you are in a barrage of fear and helplessness, why is her green skirt not my umbrella, I miss crying
