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Malek Taj Tayarani
Poems
Iran
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I irrigated it every week
Every day - Every hour
Every moment free from want
Alas!
The dragon was waiting at the end of the branch.
It swallowed me in a dark night
And the story came to an end.
Misgiving
That further,
Existence was pure
In overflowing of oxygen
Happiness,
was a simple word
Later -
Rush of the giant of loneliness
Upon the tender child of kindness.
Nature - music became artificial
And birds of iron.
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