From the Book
"God, I Am Here" by Vagif Samadoghlu
Something has disappeared,
I've lost something.
The string of something
Has broken somewhere.
My life starts talking
Only when the wind blows,
Like a forest which is unaware of birds.
The days, joys and sorrows of this life
Have escaped from something,
They have fled from somebody.
And now they are alone somewhere,
They have become useless
Like a prophet in an atheistic world.
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