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Who is the Master?

Within the labyrinth your feelings, behind stones and hidden roads, where dreams and desires seems gone and storm of change seems the only reality that your mind can grasps, you must slow down, become still, let your eyes get used... Continue Reading →

From Tehran to Freedom – repost

In Tehran, The crows fly Above the prison’s bar, One by one, Carry nothing, Except fear. In Tehran, Pedestrians must wait A life time If they follow the law To cross. Unending wait for the next stop light’s green. In... Continue Reading →

Between hands of time

Between hands of time a traveler makes small plans. What seems closer than feelings and thoughts; flee into open space of heart. To be human means Look through the soft variable edge of light land on silent gaps of a... Continue Reading →

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