His dark black eyes
Are gazing at an overdried tree.
He is crawling
along the black and narrow city.
He is an old blind man.
The overdried tree he's gazing at
Is shedding tears drop by drop.
The teardrops are shed drop by drop
Into the blind darkness of the night...
Page 53. 1964
From the Book "Far Green Island"
by Vagif Samadoghlu
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