ali salehi Biography

I hear the sound of rain drops,
on roof,
on windows.
...

I waited for you
a long time
and many times
deceived the death angel
...

I feed the birds of the morning
by poems pieces
which every night
your hands pour on my hopes pillow
...

A red rose
with it's root
has came
has sat
...

Not to be with you
hasn't any remedy.
Until you come,
Seconds
...