you are the last snowflake that commits a lot of paintings in my dark consciousness more than one night
i saw your face and get drowning in formation
once you kiss the flowers that get out from my heart
once you are goddess of creation who all the universe is your artworks.
i know that i'am buried in Melancholia
an i'am a producer of its dark
but pain Bites all the meanings .
your spectrum has a great value mass in everywhere i imagine
it looks like the spectrum of sufi god to his dervish .
i will give you all my universes in poems
so keep your heart open
the world is too cold without someone to be praying to .