انتظار

زمانی
با تکه ای نان سیر می شدم
و با لبخندی
به خانه می رفتم
اتوبوس های انبوه از مسافر را
دوست داشتم
انتظار نداشتم
کسی به من در آفتاب
صندلی تعارف کند
در انتظار گل سرخی بودم

...

To My Rosy Hue

Some people got to laugh
Some people got to cry
Some people got to make it through
By never wondering why

Some people got to sing
Some people got to sigh
Some people never see the light
Until the day they die

BUT

A silent wish
Sails the seven seas
The winds of change
Whisper in the trees
And the walls of doubt
Tumble tossed and torn
This comes to pass
When a child is born

My Paradise

I am gonna die not seeing your glorious smile

 let me born again with your scent of blossom

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