at the foot of the mountains
Away from color and smoke!
On luxurious terraces
To watch the snow
Nescafe eaters!
pain free from people
As heavy as a boy's gaze
To alien hands with fiber taropods!
Unpatched calluses
Continuous looks
Neighbor woes!
And a father who is far from thought and fantasy,
Following an unknown fate
After a bite of bread
The boy is still in mysterious thoughts!
living according to
Find a solution for calluses
And looking for an answer to a question.
masoud azadbakht
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