Dandelion in the purple
Dandelion has always been with me, whenever I felt lonely. Whenever I longed for something, the dandelions have always been by my side. I hold them in my hands, and beg them to take my thoughts away from me, to someone who knows a solution for it; to make my wishes come true.
A vase full of dandelions. It sure was a very nice and creative gift. Alas, it was left where it belonged, not where it should be.
And for some reason, irrelevant or relevant, it just calls for a sohrab poem. Which one? I'm not sure... how about this one?
پشت هيچستان جايي است.
پشت هيچستان رگ‌هاي هوا، پر قاصدهايي است
كه خبر مي‌آرند، از گل واشده دورترين بوته خاك.
روي شن‌ها هم، نقش‌هاي سم اسبان سواران ظريفي است كه صبح
به سر تپه معراج شقايق رفتند.
posted by Arezou @ 2:29 PM
3 Comments:
Literature and literally imagery...
hey, bia inam vase to:
من هر روز قاصدکی را می فرستم به سوی آشنايانم که خبر از گل و بابونه بياورند!
قاصدک خوب می فهمد که کجا رود و چه ها آورد از آن دور ها:)!
Mersi az rira ye azizzzzzzzzzzzzzz! ghabool daram shadid! ghasedak khoob mifahmad... khoob midanad... that's why I trust it :)
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