Poetry

This is the deep in the night, the stars are cooled dawn and it is raining. There is a loving atmosphere and the love grail has left in to the last savior's hand. The night is splitting . suddenly every body quench their thirst from the limpid water of the spring of the dawn and the sun is appearing in the love grove and causes the dark to disappear.
Our hearts are saying the words again in the spring season and demand the light from the eyes of the moonshine. Can I see the strange friend again?
What would have happened if we all pray for her in the night?
Yes, her kindness symphony is still familiar with me and my heart is still singing the sea song for her.
I am waiting for her amorous look to be captured by her kind heart to watch the sunset in a starless and rainy day.



Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran