what keshtghan added, the number of heads. it is the journeys and the number of your teardrops. we need our poems . i need to put my tongue on fire so that they can hear the sound of my heart. to sida to sur the silence of the soft world is sleeping in the sleep of peace . seeing this madness every day and not saying anything to zaytoun, i swear to zaytoon, a silence deep enough to break a deep silence has bloomed. humans fall down in the abyss of silence. it is amazing. the world and its people are the same wild people. i swear to zaytoon . it is amazing. it's amazing, sahyun, i burned from the root, from the stem, i breathed and burned from the burning soul, this news that with a button, the lives of hundreds of people are dying and dying. to dariga's sadness, which is repeated every day, the news that they are killing many people and the world is this collective deception in which there is no human left, no voice comes from anyone who is looking for the happiness of these people who are tired of their minds. they are in the frenzy of freedom. why no one, why no words, why a b