Persian Westender

When the words gather together

They become a black cloud

Then, they rain on my notebook

But I wish I could write

My own destiny

Somewhere on that giant lonely tree...

There it goes a slug

The slug is sluggish

And it has a horizon ahead of itself

It should’ve known better

That `` the journey of a lifetime

...starts with a horizon``

...and there it goes a worn out traveller

With a big case in his hand,

One eye on the slug

And one eye on horizon

Murmuring something like:

`` I rest my case on this one...``

Sep 2010