Poetry about water

The sea is the name of your eyes

Death in the depths of water

The shape of my jolting seizure

I do not share the pain of the root. I am of all happiness

That's my hands except to hug your regret

There is no need to open the hot muscles

In this wandering, like a corpse on the water, I get torn a thousand times

I want again, I do not see those flashing lanterns near and far

You will not see any of these pleasures like entertainment

Do not think of anything, and think of it as a wandering paper boat

Except for a dip in the blue abyss, is there any other fate?

"Farangis Shantia"

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The sound of the water comes to my ears that screams now I bowed down

It's a sound of pain. My soul is burning so hard now

The sound of evil is the water of the oppressed who is now brutally condemned

My voice is a message of flour to me, that my father's son is poor

If you do not know the magnificence and the goodness, do not read the merciful song

I have been cruel and oppressed. It's very nature. It's a sick one

I'll hear you, I'll sell my resonance to life

Call me that I am full of goodness, surely I am a gift from my god

Let me make this story happy to make the world make me feel good

The world was a worm. The helpers were full of sweethearted helpers

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