
The Tunnel of Breathe Let us go and germinate old In the warm breasts of poetry Since the breeze is getting cold And its hands are combing the sea The sun is shining over our heart Where is the stars then,twinkling stars? My hair is dancing and the tears starts To apply an ointment to my old scars Stop not! O rolling, bright diamonds In the black ocean of sorrow Till the sun sets and the day ends That is the way you and I grow Yes; Lets surrender to the tunnel of Breathe Not to fall on our twisted knees *********** Ehsan ehsan2kaf@hotmail.com |