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Jan 2019
when I saw you for the first time you were a dove on the branches shuddering with the sudden breath of sprite as white as pure snowballs
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days after visiting you reminding me a nightingale on the same branches singing glamorously although  comprehensible on some occasions and not very tangible on other times: hovering you upon the sky, upon the roof  was enchanting somehow
and......................................................­........................................................I
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later on, a tornado encapsulated the flight of a swallow in habit of severe immigration from the land uneasy to far and far while seeing the branches empty and songs silent tortuous the sight
and.............................................................­.................................................I
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years past and considering those days make me to reproach myself  that how wrong I was. only a butterfly sat on our written scriptures for a while never promise to stay a bit longer. Born  by spring will be die in winter night,
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Ghazal Ebrahimzade
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Ghazal Ebrahimzade  37/F/Iran
(37/F/Iran)   
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