Here, you'll find nothing
nothing
not even the sound of a butterfly's wings
nothing
wait...
listen carefully...
and think
think
any breath
in any sentence
any palpitation
in any word,
is a sound;
it is me
...


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Tuesday, April 15, 2003

باغبان

باغبانم ، باغباني خسته دل
پشت من خم گشته همچون پشت تاك

آن گل زيبا كه پروردم به جان
شد چو خورشيد فروزان ، تابناك

دست گلچيني ز شاخش چيد و رفت
پاي خود بيني فشردش روي خاك

behnaz // 4:24 PM
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