I had a dream, Living in a little home
Its walls of land stones and loam
on the roof, smoking chimney blows love on air
The Sun stood on clear sky and stare
Like two eyes, its square windows
That Were looking a pony on meadows
Paradis isn't so far, a little house Upon a hill
We, all, painted it with our childish feel
(Mehri Mehraban 13 Jul 2015)
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