نفرستادی کهه

I am entangled in the innermost recesses of my being, adrift through the corridors of reverie. And should I, at times, be nowhere to be found, seek me among the pearlescent leaves of books, amid the chalk-white statues of angels in stately halls, within the haunting undertones of Måneskin’s songs, or perhaps in the nocturnal weeping of the Greek gods — even in the last, trembling instant of an embrace. And if you should find me, then murmur my name softly, that I may ascend from beneath the weight of philosophy and reason, like a phoenix rising into flame.

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