Poetry

This is very hard to believe that a cottage may think. But our straw cottage is thinking about a glorious
Tomorrow .
The  day when grief flames its green larynx and breaks the night glasses with a high intend and wide spirit.
Yes, a familiar feeling tells me to whisper the sea songs for you , but the song odor prevents me from doing this.
I don’t know what has happened ? but I am not mistaken, all these things are because of love complain from the sea grief which the melody of the kindness of the sea disgraced it to make it hear its love complain.




Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran