Keivan ReisiPourashraf Biography

The poetry of the season is addressed to the heart, the language of shared looks, I come from afar, I see your gaze, I read your poetry, it is beautiful. Every day, passing high walls, crowded streets, frequent crowds, I wish I could see you from behind the window.
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My heart longs for you
My heart is calling you again
Let's start a night here together
With you, I will read the lines of Shabat poetry
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A trace of a look from Pal, a bird from the breeze from the sun from a beautiful flower that says your look and knows your voice and whispers your name Today the window is facing the sound, facing the sky, facing the cry, facing you, I am the same voice with me Be silent, ......
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To the distance, to the distance between the time between being and not being, to you who is silent, to you who do not know you, to you whose name is in the heart and to tell you standing, and to look for you from afar and find you with my eyes, where are you?
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Sometimes I wish...
is lost
Rejection is distancing
Sometimes I remember beautiful oblivion
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