The Goddess Of Colors Poem by fatemeh zolfagharian

My mother is a goddess
she is a protector of beauty
And recreates the colors
Every morning
Before the sunlight shine from the edge of the highs
Boasting the golden yellow to her
She has lined up the wet dyed yarns
In her evergreen lovely yard
Like a colored miracle
The ruby red
A sign of love for the garden
Which boils in the bloody heart
Of a pomegranate
The azure blue
Like a generous mirror
Which reflected the sky in the ocean
And thousands of green, white, pink
Then she waves the warp and weft
To create the immortal patterns
In the name of a carpet
She ties the colors together
Flower by flower
And always leaves a part of herself
In the knots
When tides the yarns
With her wounded delicate fingers
Dropping blood
Sometimes she gets so engrossed in the lines
As I think
She is a part of the plot!
That playing a role of a goddess
In the middle of the carpet
Which is woven with her beautiful mind