Shiraz wine: the Persian nostalgia— the red color, the joy, the lust, the warmth of the heart— in the coldness of a strange space, a

The joyful Past acts as a timber for the lugubrious Now— an air of bravura in coma, a kind of rapt in thought, a crippled

False piety his prey Flying in the hatred sky with the wings of anxiety, the only falcon of ungodly realm, was carrying his madness through

With no extrasensory requirement, Mortality, innately inherited, Torn between Evil and Piety, With an infinite length of falsity, And shrinking strength; nature made my edifice

The grandiose hyper-normalization of the faked reality is the result of the corporation cooperation in the society.   The armed social media oppressors are mind

Catching a glimpse through a crack, he noticed his life easily passed. Not daring to tell what happened to him, considered himself a smutty cast.

Like the Wordsworth’s “golden daffodils” I like “fluttering & dancing in the breeze” Coleridge’s “caverns measureless to man” is where exists, god of fields or