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Does time heal wounds
Does light live forever
In front of a new GATE
And here I am where I stand
As if things are in their best manner
But things are in their best form
Here I am where I stand
Here I am still breathing dreams
Living your home
And going on to accomplish the whole dream
I picked up cards from the past
And I said does time heal wounds!
I gathered many photos and I kept them in my old bag
I collected many images and I kept them in my mind
And after awhile
I searched and searched and I found my photos still alive
I picked up the best, and I put it in my lonely frame
I folded my bags
And I saw your smiling eyes
I got other two frames
I chose the best and I had it in the big frame
And I kept the small,
I waited for another best to come
But I never saw like your eyes again.
after awhile
my photo was put in the samll frame
Me, I will never change
I am a word in a poem scripted by hands gone already
And the word stayed.
I am the petrifaction, silence, and eternity.
And will never change
Since I started and I am rushing to collect the pieces of scattered time
And forgot my eyes in the mirror watching my skin
I have left one color to touch
I have just one day in my mirror to watch the past behind
19 days of life
Like the minutes of the butterfly
when spring turns in to summer
Then it flies
I am old enough and I don’t not have much time
Now my soul is meeting my dreams
And the guilty time melted and died
In a small café drinking my coffee talking to you in shyness
We left the hours behind
W escaped the game of time
And as the drink gets less I smile and you smile
We fill it again from the candles lightened around
Like a floating shadow on a passing river
Like a secret kept inside a book thrown in the sea of ink
Many many details I have left in 20 days.
The sun rays tore the silence of the dawn
Dew falls to the ground
My traveling carriage passes
And as the wheels touch the details of the road
They splash on the pavement lost water drops
Traveling water drops
Carried by sound of the successive wheels
To what left of the short time
To a small place
To an empty land
And I am staying here moving my sad chair
Waiting for the whispers of the coming steps
If you see me, you would think I am here although I have reached the edge of time
My eyes
And your shy smile
Some birds
Breeze
And eternity Which never meets the fate that rushes to close the door, and turns the clock.
I am not sure.
I wonder if I would reach the end
One thousand Dreams, I lived like in the fairy tales
Searching for a road
Grasping the air
I read my books
and wrote my dreams
I could not catch a single theme
I counted the sand
I drank the stars
When I reached Gate 999
I closed my eyes
