Category : Poems

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The stone can be decorated, but right is the way to be cut off. When the pain is high, man does not stop crying. My heart marble, words will be waxed up. My nights are in the shrine, people are not there anymore. I'm sorry where I'm, there is no basis of shame here. I'm sitting alone in Gulistan, but based on the motivation. If summi want to know the reality of Shahid Fayaz, then essential is to pass through the edge of the heart of Shahid....
Short story written by Shahid Fayaz