Strawberry soul running in cold
Reminiscing the old days of innocence
When you was a child, love was the wild
And a lie had no significance
Ask your sorrow before you let me go
If today has no meaning, what about tomorrow?
Open your window before you close the door
How could you hold a caterpillar but not watch its wings grow?
This is the heart of nothing in its be wilderness
Begging you to see that beneath it all lies its tenderness
Stems of hope, meanders of the makings of memories
Climbs through your window to remind you that without what isn't, how can there be what is?
Copyright of Sara Tehrani
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem