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زندگی رسم خوشایندیست!
22 آذر 86 - 17:09
                                    Life's a pleasant tradition.
                                  Life's wing is as vast as death.
                                  Life's a jump the size of love.
                                         Life's not something,
                                   we put on the mantel of habit
                                               and forget.
It does not matter where I am.
The sky is always mine.
Windows, ideas, air, love,
earth, all mine.
Why does it matter if sometimes,
the mushrooms of nostalgia grow?

Let's take off our clothes.
Water is just a foot away.
Let's have a basket and
fill it up with all the greens
and all the reds.

We are not to comprehend;
the secret of roses, but maybe
swimming in the incantation of roses.
Or may be looking for
the song of truth
                                    between the morning glory,
                                   and the century.

Translated by: Mahvash Shahegh
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21 فروردین 1387 ساعت 20:48
حمید می گما یه تکونی به خودت بده!!:دی
كوروش          
22 آذر 1386 ساعت 17:17
این متن هم دزدی است ولی خوبیش اینه كه نام نویسنده ذكر شده
:دی
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