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When Sun Was Shot Dead
Sometimes when sun forgets the cold and rests
Shadow raises up, surrounds the earth
Some years ago, a man shot our town sun
There was shadow on his head
He shot the sun in our minds
He passed away his son then rose
Instead of sun we have his son
poem
by
Kianush Maleki
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