I look at the new face on the mirror as if I want to solve a great mystery with no clue.Who is she?,I ask myself and then I recognize it's me.A girl named Negin.It's so strange believing how mature and grown up I'm getting to be.I've changed a lot,yet I am the very same person.Nowadays I look more at the sky,try more to fly and leave the society I'm living in and more poetry...It's as if I'm in a merry-go-round and just pass days...I wish I could have told how dearly I missed my lost friend,the lost prophet of mine.I'm just trying to say
something ,but it seems as if there is nothing to be said...Life is like a loaf of bread,
In the house of memories,
On the water of the pond.
Red fish’s share That,
Are always in love…
Believe me
Keikavoos Yakideh
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