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Scene
MD (1962 / Tehran)

Scene

In the scene of life‏ ‏
When you play as you would
You gain the world for the real
Lose your trees for the wood

In the scene of nature
Though hidden and obscure
Only simple, childish, joyful
No sickness, it's the cure‎

In the scene of lust
When‏ ‏ power is the king
You are played and tossed
You leave the sense for the thing

In the scene of love
Though obsolete by the real
You return to yours
No worry for the sear‎ .

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