Treasure Island

Reihaneh Jalalian


My lost city


Here I can smell the tears of the clouds
Here the pitter-patter of rain is too loud
Here the wind blows from my lost city
Here the rainbow smiles like a baby

Here the window, the heavens, the love, the air, and the moon is amazing
Here the first bloom of spring is smiling
No one can see my tears, yes my eyes are weepy
I know my God is so near, yes I am not sleepy

Here every droplet of rain is dancing
Here every star is shining
Here my heart beats much faster
Here my eyes are wet but much nicer

Here the gloom is not ghastly
Here the moon is much shiny
Here the trees are not much lame
Here the flowers are not the same

Here the wind calls my name
Here the sun says my aim
Here the footprints show my way
The way to my lost city

Here the wind blows from my lost city...

Submitted: Thursday, November 13, 2008

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