Homa Mousavi

The crowd of blinds
Spinning the webs of convention
Around the wings of their fly
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Unspoken words of truth
Suppressed by cries of death.

Pure image of innocence
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Always lonely in my room
Invaded by the soldiers of doom
Wondering about my existence
Drowning in this limited gloomy sand
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Hands of the Wind
Playing with water
Satisfying himself
With drowning vessels
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Full of desire
Little Lily bud
Looked at around her
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The golden sun farm
On the hill slope

Blue see of your eyes
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Calmly smiles
Trembles the hearts

Slowly walks
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There is no way for light
For the clouds of darkness
Covered my heart's sky
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Lost in life's endless island
With the salty sense of unsureness
Heart heavy with the confusing memories
Eyes full of fear from time's black hole
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