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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

Majnoon's lips

My best pretext for seeing you , was the new life which amorous swallows gave me. Now the enamored plants present you their loving voice with affected eyes since be enamored of your lips. When , in the moonlit night you captivated my heart with your love ,I didn't say any thing and kept quite because I didn't want to say any words about my sorrowness. But now , it's the time to know that there is a new road for me to take . The way which closed lips will open in her honor.
The views of the cloud are still like those days and words left as a memorial like the stories and the old temple of love becomes a part of my life .what can I do? This is enough for me to know that the life is a beginning of loves which are full of heartiness, sincerity and affections.
Therefore , moonlit nights are the beginning of new life for me.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The cloud of feeling

A kind of tumult raises in to my heart . I can't believe that my heart illusions came true. A familiar feeling calls me and says: you can touch the stars . you should just decide definitely. Now with this desire , I am traveling to the frost city to climb the mountain of love and reach it.
I will take you with myself in this journey since I know that you are a strange traveler who are all of my heart and soul and I am yours too.
Now open your amorous eyes and believe in me. And present the sea poem to the sea of the pride and say with me I love you with all of my heart and soul.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The expectation pearl

Our sincere naperies are still waiting for you to sit on the grass and accept our sincere grant along with acacia scent . The expectation of your waiters will come to the end and the closed doors will be opened one by one . and the sea sorrow , will changes to happiness .
Yes , your expectation made waiters to wait for you and sacrifices for you the sorrow pearl every Friday.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The eye to see

The sky of our city becomes more dark every day and our eyes blurred too. All of us are stay silent against any cruelty and don't say any word. My eyes like to see you and my heart is groaning . the tulips burnt and the flower hovered and our eyes became tearful with a sincere heart.
Now , I am praying for you to get ride of night darkness . Then my eyes see the light again.
So , describe for me the words and make my forehead to touch the ground , Then I can wear a dress which is made of flowers and can stay with you fore ever.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 14 december 2013

The sun city

Our city is waiting.
Our city is the one which its passion of lyrics expresses the sea poem and its roads are chocked with tears.
The chocks with sorrow as large as the dark night a which familiar feeling made it larger.
Yes, sun city is the city of lovers . The lovers who passed the sky of night and find a new way.
The lovers who all of the clean and sincere hearts need them. And the heart which can smooth the way. Depend upon the wind and think to the journey.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The love desert

If you like the sea soil , you should wear a dress of mud and pray for raining.
Doubtlessly the clouds agree with you and pour their tears. And this is the same time when your night dreams become consonant with flying of the sound and whisper the pictured words on horizon line for you.
And there is the last time when the scent of your melody presents its complain of you to the messenger of the sound and the dawn , will touch the strange friend and will shoot the love bullet to the desert . The bullet may hit you since loves you.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The love complain

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

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The unknown star

When I fell in love with you , I knew that we can make sea by drops and now I am very happy because I am going to marry you to be with you.
My heart feels a kind of pleasure and delightness which tells me about the past, from the season that my heart ravished and left me a memory along with the passions of the best pretext.
O, they men, really good days! The night in which the star became enamored with the meteor. And its brilliancies be scattered like the anemone petals.
The night in which there was nobody except me and you ,that was the moment
When your eyes looked at me and called me.

I can't believe that you didn’t hear my cry because of my loneliness. But be sure I try my beat to be with you every where, like your shadow. I promise you.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The zephyr reveille

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

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Mahmoud Ghoochani, 13 december 2013

The captivity melody

This is the deep in the night, the stars are cooled dawn and it is raining. There is a loving atmosphere and the love grail has left in to the last savior's hand. The night is splitting . suddenly every body quench their thirst from the limpid water of the spring of the dawn and the sun is appearing in the love grove and causes the dark to disappear.
Our hearts are saying the words again in the spring season and demand the light from the eyes of the moonshine. Can I see the strange friend again?
What would have happened if we all pray for her in the night?
Yes, her kindness symphony is still familiar with me and my heart is still singing the sea song for her.
I am waiting for her amorous look to be captured by her kind heart to watch the sunset in a starless and rainy day.

Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran