SABA
@saba-
place the mountain on my shoulders, Dress myself in the garb of every battle. I capture the waves from the sea, Squeeze the syrup from the stone. I bring the moon into my home, Take aim at the wind as my target. All the soil of the earth, I count, grain by grain.
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AviNaa
@avina
What a beautiful poem
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SABA
@saba-
This poem have a singer ,his name is darush
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