The Virgin Dream

Life …

is like a poem with no rhyme.

I remember it.

I never forget it.

Yousef Azizi

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Calm

Beside you in orbit of the sun,

I'm not useless on the earth.

I sink in dark dream of your eyes.

Even among kettledrums of wind

or in bright area of

the battle between two clouds …

in nice curve of your bosom,

I sleep calmly, deeply, freely

to more farther …

to touch a red kiss from the sun …

perhaps I open my eyes.

Perhaps again in orbit of your eyes.

Perhaps again around your hair.

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The frozen season

Finally, this frozen season

will pass the side of future sun

and on love's arms,

symbols of legendary heroes

will be tattooed.

The hope's eyes will be opened

and any road that is gone

under the sorrow of these seasons,

suddenly will be seen.

Finally,

we will be repeated in the calendar's pages

with the alphabet of smile

and our hands will be divined

in the height of this azure roof.

Finally,

beyond tomorrow …

dark moving of disheveled clouds

will take the sleep away

from the passengers looking at the moon's nest.

And the brightest dawn

will arrive.