Step by step,
Nested corridors
Premature images
Which are more mysterious than wisdom
Are passing from my closed eyes
In the bed of the gypsies lane market
Gathering of wolf and ewe tribes are going on
Smell of contract and treaty,
Ever lasting peace and expand of land,
Which, this dirty bloods flowing in the vessles with out vessle liberty
Will make posterity flow
My wife,
Sing lullaby to our child
Tomorrow will be war day.
((((Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh))))
My blog: http: //smh-rahemobham.blogfa.com
vivid images of truth... but those who bang the drums of war cannot hear their own heartbeats!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding concept.