ANAGRAMS (15)

ANAGRAMS

(15)
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
I'm within the outside
It feels like being locked in.

(13)
Thursday, April 24, 2003
God is lost in the outskirt of Human knowledge

(12)
Friday, April 18, 2003
Ultimate Home
One day
All of us will arrive home
With our mothers' shadows upon us
Weeping on a piece of stone.

(11)
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Last night
For the first time
I shared my bed with my soul
There was only one blanket
Which I gave it to my soul
And when I got up in the morning
I had caught cold.

(7)
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Two trees by the road on two sides
The road itself goes
And trees fall.

(VAHID. more scattered at GOOSSUN.)

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