Farshid Hajyzadeh

Turkish hands
Kurd lips
The eyes of Baluch
Your stature has seeded in the Arian lands
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The day will come
when the night is gone
white and black chessmen don't win together
A song is been throat in the lane's tears
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Maybe i shouldn't write
It's not seen anything in dark nights
even you see dark if
look at the sun too long
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Have dressed all pains
Have drunk all drinks
The world has become shaky on my neck
Have pricked up my ears
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Come and take picture with me
This stone frame
is fallen alone
All of those dreams was dusty
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He was right
all of my thoughts is corrupted
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Parachute
Life boat
Rescue vest
My lungs are filled with water,
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I got old enough
to dream a child
blowing around
like a seed
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