April 7, 2009 Azadeh
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You went without farewell
with the waves to the deep ocean,
you went with the breeze to the top mountain.
your name went in my memories
among the leaves of my notebook.
my pencil wrote your name several times.
you went hand in hand
with the history.
I am wondering if spring come, you will return.
I don’t know if waves come to the beach, you will return.
I know you went in my notebook,
my tears added to the sea.


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