We must again,
learn these mundane paths...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

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

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

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

Everyone
is going to work...

To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side...

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

Hero is a woman who has been bitten,
raped, convoluted in her loss of dignity...

Right there
garden unfurls itself...

Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...