The white lambs of thought,
graze the dark full night;
Violet morning runs,
since my child of mind,
comes to grow;
be green and grows up. . .
in presence of blue deep top.
The tears of green hands,
shining in presence of sun's smile,
the sun's purple tie. . .!
"comprehension of canoe",
"sun bright river lights"
and I:
Over defaults of my eyes.
Kareem - Bakhtyarfar
Copyright ©2008 Kareem - Bakhtyarfar
2 comments:
Hi! I'm from the USA. Interesting to see your work. How are things in Tehran?
salam
khoobi? mamnoon az commenti ke gozashti, maloon nist ke tooye mokhet chi dare motaffajer mishe. bayad hamdigar ra bebinim!
movazebe khodet bash.
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