The fall came , among the trees ,the pigeon nestled to flee of rain drops .The sun is sad ,in spite of his pride hides behind a dark cloud and amorous(ly) cries.with a heart as bright and white as a day,hopeful of springtime,I go toward the most beautiful rose-garden and sit between the trees as the attar of acacia ,I have such a feeling.hope ,one day grow tulip all over the desert,when the springtime voice come.the existence(life)poem flow on my lips ; I can,Yeah. I take a walk to the mountain , plain and desert. I am a traveler toward sumits , although it is stormy but I countinue my way(walk)beside the kindest friends and the best companions,I am not alon.In mountains or in a thirsty desert or in jungles ,in everywhere I am always a happy and hopeful traveller . I hope that the hardness of mountains bring to my soul and spirit ,the innocence of these mountains ,plains and deserts. I strongly hope that,a day while I am singing the existence(life) poem with all my heart ,travel l through the way that once true and real humans went.life poem means being,trying,going and joining and never doing wrongs and being kind to all the people,creation and creature.A poem by Hamid Mosadeq |