Multiple Personality Disorder

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Dream of Flight

This year, the sun struggles,
to pass the light through clouds

Everything is washed away by the rain,
and whisper of a song is heard in between dark clouds

Hope in utter hopelessness,
flaunts its rays like rainbows,
so we’d forever remember the smiles

I see particles of a radiant dream,
of a time when people laughed
Joy, is ever lasting memory of victories

This year I fly with you,
at time of hope,
at moment of blossom
And you, with a promise,
to carry the sun through darkness of clouds,
to pass through loneliness,
and of being afar

In this narrow path,
a passage, in the thins
of thick clouds,
is perceptible

With hope,
like a mother,
nurture my soul

Gently, gently!
My eyes turn to yours,
and I feel your smile
Feathers cove my form
My dream takes the shape of a flight
Like birds,
I fly

2012

The original poem in Farsi by Abarmard >>>

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