Light crosses the sense of blue rose,
and by appearance of my eyes
much apparitions of life go
and by memories of light leaves
the wisdom of the greenness pale
I watch intelligent stars
through the pellucid light rainbows.
inmost word,
invites me to be silent!
so there is time of closing gates of sense,
and going on…
autumn 1998
Copyright ©2005 Kareem - Bakhtyarfar
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