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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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