Wherever I am, let me be!
The sky is mine.
The windows, the mind, the air, love, earth, are all mine.
What does it matter
if mushrooms of nostalgia (the leaves of solitude)
grow from time to time? *
The sound of water by Sohrab Sepehri
May he rest in peace because his poetry brings peace to my mind and soul. Please share with me anything interesting that you know about him or his poetry. I try to learn more about him.