The Places Poem by Shafee Pitafi

The places where we pushed time
where our soul danced together
are crying for the remedies of our cruised soul.
The benches where we slept together
are healing my imaginary power simultaneously,
The gardens we visited are seeking for our walk simultaneously.
Let's permit our hearts to allow us
And be the visitors to the spots.
Once again,
I want to disturb your lonesome lane.
Once again,
I want your soul be crushed.
You will let me injure your soul.
I know,
You will commend it with your spiritl!
Come,
And fly over to the clouds of shelters,
I wanna there both of us,
And in the zone of love, I don't want any language
to disturb us.