Nicholas Nikolov (April.6,1988 / Toronto)
The Breathe of Esfahan
I've ventured, explored, visited and been
to sensational places, yet none compare to what I've seen
in a most definitive ancient mystic land
where its greatness are legends imbedded in every grain of sand.
With spine-tingling amazement at the splendiferous
beauty indeed, with all eyes gazing the marvelous
extravagance, eloquence and magnificence of Esfahan;
however, what is dear to my heart is the secret love of my swan.
For me, this unheard-of never-before-experienced romantic
aura - each time my eyes lay sight upon her, as our hearts magnetic
passion and affection just burst, when I hear her angelic whisper
as she calls out my name. Imagining I'm never
going to ever be distant
from one another, which is the most significant.
Like the cycle of each wonderful day and charming
night vanishes and reappears my sweet dearest darling.
I'll never forget such fabulously flirtatious crystal-like lustful
blue-golden smoothly rounded domes - so delightful.
Glimmering, twinkling under the moon lit night
lovely joined by millions of glittering sparkles - an enchanting sight -
truly persists even in the brightness of day,
and I would most certainly further go on to say,
Whence the shine of the sun gently caresses
the horizon as it awakens, its restful disappearance, blesses
and kisses tenderly the river to my soul greatly
so. You my dearest, profoundly
be the ever-present breathe of Esfahan.
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