Do you know You do not even remember it at all The first moment ..... where tomorrow the creater Mold my clay Strange was the rough soil ... no reflection was bright No fearture was clear But what happened then? Then creater ...carve for your heart ... Then he gave beats to your heart clay Those beats were witness to... start of the journey Journey? ... what kind of journey was that ......?
Clay of thirst ,Wearing the mask of prayers , climbing from this street to that Holding the palms of wind burning the clouds
My Creator your image is incomplete .... my part of meditation is necessary. I know ... you heard all this story there But Love carve you . ....before me I heared that artist gave you the mirror and then asked you .... that any difference there ? There is a difference ... ?? Your lips moved ....... you Just said "Ahad" He smiled. Shuffle the ***** soil And on the other side of your heart he grown it like a seed
That was the moment of my creation. Then you tell me this story Without whom my character is alone in this story are you complete without me. Or ... like me .......... "incomplete".......