“I go, but I don’t ask myself what road,
which home, what destination?
I yield kisses but don’t even know
who stands as a god in my unglued heart.”
- Forough Farrokhzad, “Lost”
“I go, but I don’t ask myself what road,
which home, what destination?
I yield kisses but don’t even know
who stands as a god in my unglued heart.”
- Forough Farrokhzad, “Lost”
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ouch. this poem goes straight to the core of my being. haven’t read anything this touching in awhile.
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