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summer afternoons
They cause me discomfort
When everyone relaxes in cold rooms
I come out of the hot deserted courtyard ..
And I sit in a corner with my head on my knees
I don't get tired, I don't get tired
Do you remember
When you wrote my name with your name on the red pot
That pot also became a witness to our love
It is a green plant with white flowers Eyewitness to your and my promises
You said it would always be green
Just like our love
Then you slapped our love in the face of humiliation
You threw our love in the mud and bounced towards me
Then I went to this pot wiping my tears and raising the question
The green plants in it stole my eyes
Shake off your white flowers
And held her breath
He too had dried up
Like our love