Every morning
Front of me
Rise
Two bright suns;
Above of those
After two longish hills
There is a wide arena
Suitable for my presence
Between two suns
There is a high mountain range
And plain are both sides
Are suitable for my presence again
But below of these suns, plain and mountain range
There is confluence of couple presence
For you and me;
Your Lips
***
Never;
Don't get your lovely face geography from me
From suns of your eyes,
To anastomosis of couple presence
Between me and you
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Poem 242
Work of an active imagination, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Farzad and do remain enriched.
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But below of these suns, plain and mountain range There is confluence of couple presence For you and me; Your Lips.....love is flowing like a river between these two mountains of your lively imagination of love...........tha nk u dear poet. tony
Thanks; my good friend!