"Believe in the beginning of the cold season" This title is a poetry book. From a poet called Forough Farrokhzad. i love this poet and her book. I feel a lot Resemblances with her Beliefs. Maybe this is because in most of his works, I imagine myself in his place. I do not know. But one of my fantasies is to have her pen one day. Not her "pen", but her creativity. alright let's go to work
What does this title remind you of? Meaning round or superficial? i wanna talk about The latter. What if you believe in cold? in sadness? The moments that tears show themselves. To the moment when the blood flows. For moments that "ability" is incapable. Believe in these moments. These will only be the memorials. The pain will be remembered. Yes. Darkness will be remembered in the city's sad hills.
Well, of course, the date is repeated but. Memories appear on repetitive days. i hate the repeat but. what can i do that happens. How to tell the man that he is not alive, He has never been alive. The wind comes in the wind
Isolated crows isolation
In old gardens, they dance
And my little lady, How low is height?
They took a heart-rumble with the palace of the story
And now
How else will a person dance, And her baby's hair
In the current waters will be washed
And the apple that is finally packed and tasted
Under the feet will kick?
Oh my sweetest friend
What black clouds are waiting for the sun's day
It was as if in a way that the flight was one of those birds
Appeared
It was as if from the green lines of imagination
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wicca