Here is the sediment of life
Here
in the madness of my paper
In the ink of this pen
In these hands
That I want to write : I
I write :You
It is silent nocturnes
I think in a winter
I remember autumn
I plunge in memory of summer
and The share of spring
Is in your eyes
The share of my spring is in your eyes
Zohreh Khaleghi
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