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Sucide In The Train

1
From the trains.. The face of journeys shines
In the stations.. The pictures of hopes disappeared
The train goes on and trees have disappeared in his track
A cloud stole moon s face
The path switch off
And the small children how they noisy!
With muddy mouth laughing on our feet those cloudy with soil
There is no rain in our street!
Between wheat there is a pretty blond girl
Was oh-so it was!
Sickle has naked her
2
the night suicide on the morning..The city be naked
grapes die in the days juice.. Generated Wine
we drunk which was killed!
Why we be afraid of suicide in the light of truth? !

3
the train takes us and the sky stole the wound color from the sea
Water s journey is arduous!
it left the clouds if the trees feel in it weak
my journey is Arduous!
Sun wear my eyelashes: I dream
Moon shadow my eye: I dream
sun died..moon sleep: I wake up
I wanted the sea a pretty letter but always I run to catch the salt
And waited for Santa Claus to receive of the chimney
and there is no chimney in my house
I go on and my hopes, roses, simple house, women love
, not war, money and slave the strip on the signs

4
from the soil of years the dust anniversary is spread
the Night near from my village
and the Morning is a pretty girl ran away with the son of our neighbors
Where the heart travel? !
my bag set down with me in the train
Discoloration my pages with sorrow pens
singer's voice between vehicles stoop me
with his old clothes , eyes smiling and wounded soul singing:
Wine ancient song, the homeless moon and winter songs
with Sun rhythm anomaly
When the death takes a trip? , to let the dead peoples take a breath! !

5
Moving us train: How it has heavy heart windows!
See the dream from it.. it Reflects the face of truth
Tired this evening.. I am tired!
and my heart Is old road..in front of it a tourist take picture
our wishes lost between crossroads stations
Each station is a thread rope from the dress anniversary
this anniversary is not sponge to pulling
How I said this is the station..Alas cheat me Beep
Tune was died the words generated
you will not stay naked in the dark..The morning will dressed you
And you, my friend, do not jump from the train
cut your arteries by your pen
Suicide on the paper is certificate

poem by Nouzad Jaadan
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