What is being written now in my time, on March 28, 2009 6:34 AM is going to be read by you and the others some day. This is a very specific kind of sharing; sharing the things which are not reduced when shared; sharing thoughts, experiences, and ideas. It makes a strong feeling in me, which makes me write this, despite the whole drudgery being propagated in my time-deprived roster these days. This beautiful feeling is shared to you as you read this and some day you may also decide to tell others a story of your own life and your own feelings through your own means of art. Who knows? Maybe your story will be a much more magnetizing than this one.
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سبز یعنی رویش رویشی در سرما چون گل یخ که به تو می خندد در شبی از دیماه سبز یعنی رویش رویشی از همه جا رویش از زخم تبر خورده آن شاخه سبز که هنوز مانده به جا سبز یعنی رویش، سبز یعنی پویش، سبز یعنی زایش
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