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Gone

My darling, you are gone like a wind
but your sweet memories are still in me
Just like this ink in my pen that cries on this letter
What should I do until the memories leave me?
What should I do until sleep becomes a friend of my eyes
and patience will live in my heart again
since you are gone, they have gone too.

By Marwand Bahand

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