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Apr 2020
Singing the song of still never being
Deep deep in the ceremony of wind
Swirling and swirling more than a typhoon without any wing
Deep and deep under the dust green emerald hot
Roots in and petals swift frozen cuts
What drinks necessarily from the bottle of a lovers’ heart
Dirge dire nasty ecstasy belonging to no creature
Except whom filled with wine
White, white or crimson like a passionate loves  
Talking to you my frozen blossom
Wide soft  
Without hearing you without knowing me
Without any incident happening to shape our way
Bright.
Composed on 1 January of 2020, before midnight. under inspiration of listening to the song " Lament for a Frozen Flower".
Ghazal Ebrahimzade
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Ghazal Ebrahimzade  37/F/Iran
(37/F/Iran)   
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