In an alley where there is no passerby singing except you, in a notebook where there is no poetry or poetry but you, there is a wind in the wind, if the past is silent in my office, a poem if the writing of the night wanderer is like a bat, I was blind and dumb, I had not seen Milad, I was decaying from you, the sun shone again in my mind, in my body instead of my blood, poetry and song boiled, you
were your poet, O friend, you said and I wrote your hand. He was my leader, not the line of my destiny, my birth was from you, I was not from you before you, I did not say anything in me, I was lost, a poem if I wrote from you, the sun shone again in my mind, in my body instead of my blood, poetry and songs boiled in my body.
I am free, I am free from belonging, I am drunk, I am drunk, have you been in need of this , is it time for me to fly away from you, the sun shone again in my mind, poetry and song boiled in my mind instead of my blood, the sun shone in my mind again, poetry and song boiled in my body instead of my blood.
