Hello dear friends, always read the story to the end and think about it in the poem of thought. And if you like to follow me, sometimes in life you have to look at things in a different way and never judge and judge because sometimes the change of sight Without pre-evaluators, the person gets to a higher level of recognition, in other words, the person grows upAnd as my favorite poet Sohrab Sepehri says: one must wash eyes look differently to things words must be washed .
Life is the flower multiplied to eternity
Life is the earth multiplied in our heartbeats
Life is a simple and monotonous geometry of breaths
Where I am, let it be so
The sky is mine
The window, thought, air, love, earth is mine
What signifies?
If mushrooms of nostalgia
Sometimes grow?
I don’t know
Why some say that the horse is a noble animal, the pigeon is beautiful
And why no vulture dwells in any person’s cage
I wonder why the clover is interior to alfalfa
One must wash eyes, look differently to things words must be washed
The word must be wind itself, the word must be the rain itself
One must shut umbrellas
One must walk in the rain
One must carry the thought, the recollection in the rain
One must go walk in the rain with all the townsfolk
One must see friends in the rain
One must search love in the rain
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