The Lovers in Isfahan cried out
in pain as if they were one throat
giving voice to a Grief that seared
every heart beating in sync
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Poetry fell into silence. i believe when silence rises, poetry is born. But what is the carpet which is free from sorrow? Is it death? In lives we found sorrows but death come along with peace and tranquility
Poetry fell into silence. i believe when silence rises, poetry is born. But what is the carpet which is free from sorrow? Is it death? In lives we found sorrows but death come along with peace
What is the carpet free from sorrow? Is it death? In lives we found sorrows bur death comes along peace and tranquility