Thursday, March 22, 2012

Land of No Magic

Beyond depression there is a land
where death is the only magic
and sky is painted in black regrets
rivers of sorrow have long disappeared
in hot winds of disgust
and faceless creatures crawl
in shadows of loneliness
desperation echos fill the void
and happy memories cut
deep into my rotten soul


Happy New Persian Year!


I am back from the ``land of no magic''. A very exhausting trip. 

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