The Dream On Dream
Tonight is full is full of all secrects
It sounds it rounds around the regrets
Like a bird that is tired of flying
It sits on my dry tree of feelings
From the cracks of this grave
From the earth, the hand of cold wind
Collects the drying leaves of anger
On my hard and vast door of heart…
Someone is knocking the door…
"Open the door… She is"
"Open the door… She is"
Again a dream!
The dream on dream!
The tears of regret drops on my face
In my voice the color of blank glass
I close my tired and wild eyes
On my hard and vast door of heart…
Someone is knocking the door…
"Open the door… She is"
"Open the door… She is"
Again a dream!
The dream on dream!
+ نوشته شده توسط مکیلانی در جمعه سی ام آذر 1386 و ساعت
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