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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