I have a little window of my own,
of my dreams,
and of my solitude.
Standing near it, I can touch the sky,
conquer the peaks,
fly like a lark,
and smell lilies.
Crying near it, I can see my fate,
hear the pains,
wash my soul,
and smell the rain.
Smiling near it, I can find my missing,
embrace the fears,
caress the clouds,
and smell the wind.
I have a little window of my own,
of my hopes,
and of my future.
By Parisa Mehran
of my dreams,
and of my solitude.
Standing near it, I can touch the sky,
conquer the peaks,
fly like a lark,
and smell lilies.
Crying near it, I can see my fate,
hear the pains,
wash my soul,
and smell the rain.
Smiling near it, I can find my missing,
embrace the fears,
caress the clouds,
and smell the wind.
I have a little window of my own,
of my hopes,
and of my future.
By Parisa Mehran
2 comments:
God! I forgot to watch weathercasting agian!...it's heart raining here!:d it's great dear.
Dear Parisa,
Nice changes you've made to your blog.
I wish you a happy new year.
Best,
Maryam
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