“The wind blew a book’s pages that had seen burned on its sides into the sky and knocked on the wall. When stroking a tar that looked like a stick, it was bleeding from torn curtains. The melody of Samad’s butterflies was blown up with injured blubber pieces and was heard from the broken window of the school. Students who drowned in the alphabet were in amazement listened to music and felt in their flesh and skin. Their hearts trembled like mint leaves, from events that did not go too far. Everything was scattered.”

Lost Shadows/Arastu Mojarradi 2019 Novel. Ərəstu Mücərrədi

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Published by S Mojarradi

Studying Ph.D. in ELT | Listening To Lyric Music | Studying Novels | Retired | Loving Nature | People | Especially Paintings |

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