Poetry

Taking the road of the love, for a traveler like me,  is very difficult because I didn't feel the familiar affection and didn’t touch the star yet. I should  find a new road to plant the love seed in it.
The glass of the night feels alone with the planting of that seed. So becomes agreeable with me in this matter which the footraces are the sign of the voices and now entered in this story . so she  believed in me with this story and removes the grief from my eyes and sings a love lyric for me to prepare me for another glorious tomorrow.
Yes ,the time is coming and the zephyr is blowing. And this a the same zephyr reveille which flames the horizon and eliminate the grief  salt-marsh.



Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran