Poetry

If you like the sea soil , you should wear a dress of mud and pray for raining.
Doubtlessly the clouds agree with you and pour their tears. And this is the same time when your night dreams become consonant with flying  of the sound  and whisper the pictured words   on horizon line for you. 
And there is the last time when  the scent of your melody presents its complain of you to the messenger of the sound and the dawn , will touch the strange friend   and will shoot the love bullet to the desert . The bullet may hit you since loves you.




Mahmoud Ghoochani
Tehran - Iran