Happiness with it's own pattern
What am I ?
A dream from nothing, adrifter in a Delirium.
Who sees me in a dream ?
Am I in her or she is in mine ?
Her beauty is broken in contortion of a restless wave
seeing a moment on water
where was I ?
a night from threads of memory
suddenly lassoed me
without my color
without my scent
without my prospect
incarcerated me in a crystal closed Prison
you, who are pleased with a dream, tell me
you fool yourself with your own imagination
in this loneliness, full of waiting, without lover
happiness with it's own pattern
we're not a dream without a sleep
we're not a wave free from wind
you are sleep and dream
you are wind
you are wave and ocean
"Mahmood Kianoosh"
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