ساعت ۱:٢۸ ‎ق.ظ روز ۱۳٩۱/٥/۱٧ : توسط : طلا نوری مهر

Throat is
closed and tired

My taung is
under lock and key

Tears spring
is also dried

I like to
write but

My pen is

Felt on the
sheet bed sadness

Its heart
sky is more cloudy

But without

Here is  the end of way

All people

Even God

Seems God is
died too

I am tired

My unique
friend understood me

She was the one who knew me