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Hassan Najmi
the window
Nothing remains:Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.
From: A little life
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THE WINDOW
the window
Nothing remains:Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.
From: A little life
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