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Narges-Narcissus Jan 2016
Fragrance, Melody Music and song
A cup of wine, and pleasing the breeze

A kiss on the red petals and
To escrow to embrace wind

It's dancing, it's coming to you
Warm and wobbly
Full of my emotions

Flying and soft
Dreamy and drunk
Full of my meaning

Sits on your thirsty lips
Shells meaning ,   it's my kiss
Do you feel you feeling me?
A small piece to express the feelings of a lover who sees everything beautiful.
Narges-Narcissus Jan 2016
I am hearing the sound of autumn leaves under our feet
Cold wind penetrates in my bone
I do not know this road and the end of it. May not be able to see my eyes
Or is this long road
The road is narrow. It is nearly the sunset.
My body is feeling cold. My legs are weak.
I would like to stop. But my legs are not obedient.
I hear voices around. Very poor.
Sometimes seem to be sound. Perhaps it is an illusion.
Along the road, I never heard a strong voice.
Earlier, I heard another voice.
It is too weak. I want to stop.
But my legs, walk, and do not stop.
Some time passes, I still hear the sound.
The same sound. Still is with me.
Again the voice is calling me.
Weepy voice is weak.
My legs would go. Do not stop.
I'm going to ***** on the road.
Before reaching the *****, still hear the sound.
The voice still calls me.
I've got used to the sound. It's a part of me.
It is the hairpin and dangerous.
I am afraid. I do not want to continue.
But my legs continue.
***************
It is cloudy…
It's cold. Very cold.
I look behind me. My look is frozen.
Out of the corner of my eye, frozen tears dripping on the ground.
I look under of my feet.
The pieces of ice are under my feet. The sound is of breaking them.
I feel frozen blood in my veins.
I cannot hear the sound. Oh, where is it?
I want to hear it. Again and again.
But the sound was not with me at the *****.
It remained before *****.
I am again with other sounds.
Frozen tears and moaning in the throat.
My feet are non-stop.
I know that I will hear new voices again.
But I'm tired. I'm tired.
This is the story of my life . The road course of my life. And sounds metaphor to the people around me.

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