Last night
the wind was singing a song.
Clouds like skillful dancers,
were pointed to a new direction.
Something was shifting my focus
drifting into the deeper thought.
These words came to my mind:
The best part of life is being with old friends
search and find wisdom in the depth of their meaning.
Last night
I walked on an empty bridge
clouds were restless, so this heart of mine.
The rhythm of my feet broke the sound of silence.
the echo of quietness whispered this song:
We are presented with a gift, we call it life
use this wisdom,
the universe is waiting like a gentle morning
ready to embrace you,
waiting for you to dance.
Last night
I sat alone
drifting deeper into a memory of mine.
I began to hear the sound of my own voice,
telling me about an ancient rhyme:
You grow older as a child
there is someone in you who always remain a child
Listen
play with him with tenderness
treat him with kindness of heart.
Last night
I embraced you in my dream.
I whispered to you, there is no one
you are my only dream.
You walked to me with your graceful dance,
I heard your whisper about the passage of time:
Now we are here, the moment won’t last as we want.
The past is just a memory.
Let's love each other
this moment can be the rest of our time.
Last night
I walked in the garden alone.
The surroundings were lush and green.
The aroma of flowers
invited the imagination to an exotic romance.
The sound of music filled the air,
taking me to an ocean of boundless time.
From the distance I heard the gardener's song:
A beautiful flower emerged from the swamp
goodness grew in me when I faced the storm.
Wherever I grow flowers
those are not just mine.
They belongs to others,
sharing is a gift of mine.
Last night
I drifted in the valley of thought
imagination was my companion for the night.
Images were floating quietly,
the surroundings serene and right.
Emotion dictated the moment
I listened to the wiseman's songs:
Search and discover the unknown
make the true self known.
The answers will join you
from the each corner of room.
When you plant a new seed
turn the light on
watch a flower grow in you
see the wisdom of love.
Last night
I was sailed, the ocean was calm
the moment was the companion witnessing the passage of time.
From the distance I heard a sailor's song,
the theme was about an unforgettable rhyme:
I lost my heart when I was young
I got caught in the eye of a storm.
The days were dark
the nights were long
the suffering of love made me spiritually calm.
I'm no longer alone, the ocean is mine
the memory of lost love is the companion of mine.
In the quietness of the night,
the distance between the sailor and I became long.
The sound of his songs became inaudible with time.
You were lying next to me
the waves of sleep were drifting me toward an ocean of calm.
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Dr. Amin Azimi
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