Right there
garden unfurls itself...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...

Everyone
is going to work...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

We must again,
learn these mundane paths...

Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...