I challenge the horizon with a violin

In the collection of poems (Ashaks Al-Horizon Bekmanja) there is a different language that moves flexibly, in the depths of rebellion, and there is hidden fuel for the tree of memories, perhaps it will awaken from the dream of love in the eyes of the sun, but on the way to death, we integrate and dissolve, resisting sweat, which is the jug of pleasure.Here are types of prose poetry in which the Eg...