هدایت شده از خونه یِ نآزنین🍂 ࣪₊𖦹︎
It goes like this; I walk with words, if those around me let me, if they don't make an explosion in the middle of my walk, if they don't rush past me and distract me with their noise;
Literature... magical words...
One can be alone with them for hours and days, but not feel lonely.
Blessed is the corner of my room, blessed is the notebook and poetry that are saved.
-ترجمه-