Thursday, March 11, 2004

Nocturnal

There is no gate
There is no path

There is no night
There is no moon

No daytime
And no sun

We exist out of the time
A vicious blade on our neck

No body talks to any body
The silence is speaking in thousand words

With a grin on our face,
We are looking at our friends’ corpses
And with no smile,
We are waiting for our turns.

Ahmad Shamlu

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