Kareem Bakhtyarfar

Blue Skin

Midnight and,
drinking the last cup of tea
and the tea-pot that empty.
Thinking about my lord: 'Thou':
-Love miracle shining now-
Crossing timeless with thy dream,
over the life's river stream.
Thinking of thy blue skin,
dressing with light of tangerine.
My wisdom's angles are curved;
to be in thy love deserved.
Beg thou let me touch thy feet;
Let the tear 'thy fingers' meet.
my life is a fancy lie;
let me leave it, let me fly.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 6, 2011
Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 7, 2011

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  • Mahyar Goodarzi (5/11/2014 2:19:00 AM)

    let me leave it, let me fly.
    Let me deep in a BLUE sleep.

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