September 15, 2009 Azadeh
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Standing lonely in the middle of darkness,
past is gone, future is unseen.

I heard the whisper of angels and demons.

Walking slowly near the ocean edge,
the waves yelling and beating my ankles.

Clouds closed the stars eyes
and no wind could defeat the stingy sky.

No hope to take you out,
no hands to pull you in,
neither the deep ocean,
nor the earth surface.

Who sings where love is?
who knows where hope is?
who shows where light is?


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