When you laugh, the dreams are unleashed in me
We liberate words from the chained sentences,
Letters from the words
And syllables from each letters;
And only the voice will freely graze over the vast plains of love.
Your words ,although of the other world
Fill in me, crystals of fine snow.
A desert mist comes down on the parched cracks.
I am turning into a balladeer of love
From the fiery rebellious man of fury.
And I become the sculptor who hide in the carvings, his love,
A ghazal singer who frame the words of beauty.
I really wonder
Where is the fist of fury I once settled into;
Moments of meaningless despair;
The words which I imagined to burn the universe.
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