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ﺗﻮﯼ ﻗﺎﺏ ﺧﯿﺲ اﯾﻦ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻫﺎ | ﻋﮑﺴﯽ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻏﻤﮕﯿﻦ ﻣﯽ ﺑﯿﻨﻢ | ﭼﻪ ﺳﯿﺎﻫﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﺶ ﺭﺧﺖ ﻋﺰﺍ
ﺗﻮﯼ ﻗﺎﺏ ﺧﯿﺲ اﯾﻦ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ ﻫﺎ ﻋﮑﺴﯽ ﺍﺯ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻏﻤﮕﯿﻦ ﻣﯽ ﺑﯿﻨﻢ ﭼﻪ ﺳﯿﺎﻫﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻨﺶ ﺭﺧﺖ ﻋﺰﺍ ﺗﻮ ﭼﺸﺎﺵ ﺍﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﺳﻨﮕﯿﻦ ﻣﯽ ﺑﯿﻨﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺮ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺟﺎﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﻧﻔﺴﻢ ﺩﺭ ﻧﻤﯿﺎﺩ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻤﯿﺎﺩ ﮐﺎﺵ ﻣﯽ ﺑﺴﺘﻢ ﭼﺸﺎﻣﻮ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺍﺯﻡ ﺑﺮ ﻧﻤﯿﺎﺩ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺮ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺟﺎﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﻋﻤﺮ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻣﯽ ﺭﺳﻪ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻫﺎ ﻏﻢ ﺩﯾﮕﻪ ﺑﯿﺪﺍﺩ ﻣﯽ ﮐﻨﻪ ﺁﺩﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺧﻮﺩﺵ ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﻣﯿﺸﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻟﺒﺎﯼ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ ﻣﯿﮑﻨﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺮ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺟﺎﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻭﻗﺖ ﺭﻓﺘﻨﻪ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ﺩﻝ ﮐﻨﺪﻧﻪ ﺧﻨﺠﺮ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺸﺖ ﻣﯿﺰﻧﻪ ﺍﻭﻥ ﮐﻪ ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻩ منه ﺩﺍﺭﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺑﺮ ﺳﯿﺎﻩ ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ ﺟﻤﻌﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺟﺎﯼ ﺑﺎﺭﻭﻥ ﻣﯽ ﭼﮑﻪ
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