Dinner Night
Istikhara
Mother of Glass Roots
Read Shirazto
Come to Lotf Ali Khans house at night
The river is crying.
Submerged garden
Boat Boat
Carpets
On the Tiles of the East
Why is it because it looks like a dead horse?
Especially when you scratch the spring of Lotf Ali Khan.
Scribe
Dreams of Scribbles
On the Horns of the Night
Behind the Tangled Curtains
Same?
He has lurked again, the earth
Cry!
Your eyes are going to come out, Lotf Ali Khan
Your eyes are going to come out, Lotf Ali Khan
Your eyes are going to come out, Lotf Ali Khan
Your eyes are going to come out, Lotf Ali Khan
