Running towards the hallowed stream, soaring, inhaling deeply to get my spirit fulfilled.
Closing my eyes, feeling my soul trembling by desire.
Opening my eyes, calling out my heart loudly, begging for silence.
Staring at my point, willing to stop before crossing the edge.
Wishing for clouds to come forward, helping me not to look forward. .
Twisting my body around, to get lost in the crowd.
Getting so high, flying through the sky to forget about my anxious thought.
Locking myself in one block for so long, in order to lose the time.
Leaving the town, hiding in the "nowhere" temple.
That’s all I must do.
That’s all I need to do.
But, I‘ll do nothing but crossing the edge by all aim.
saloume nakhsaz
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