MORNING AT THE WINDOW
برای توان خواهان دیر آموز انجمن خورشید و مربی بی نظیرشان آقای اسدی
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.
T.S. Eliot
Comment (2) ~ October 30th, 2009
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