“ O, you the goldfish ofthe swamp of my blood.Let your drunkenness be pretty.You are drinking me. Forough Farrokhzad
“ The Wind Will Carry UsIn my night, so brief, alasThe wind is about to meet the leaves.My night so brief is filled with devastating anguishHark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?This happiness fe… Forough Farrokhzad
