The Dream Of The River Poem by fatemeh zolfagharian

Well besides the line
Of the old trees
A wandering runnel
flows toward beneath

clouds piled above
removed their fluff
because the shiny sun
decided to see

The roundness of her
Beauty, in the mirror
Of the clean water
That sings murmuring

But, the roar of stream
Just ruined her dream
She asked it to rest
For a little breath

The river explained
By a lucid claim
I'm always willing
To see your gleam

So be satisfied
To see my flow
Let me be your dream
As you are my dream