.
And I sit there
All ear, head to feet
Dear
Listening to his footsteps
As if a Santa Clause waiting for his deer
Painting his majesty
Through defenceless eyes' pastels
Asking for aid,
O' holy hands
There, hassles
I see a purple heart
Hiding blue dropes of hopes
as if a mask was to keep my face look like mokes
Over the balcony
Amongst the trees
Saw a friendly shadow
Of my ever lasting companion, on knees
O' Thy honor sir black hat gray shadow!
Real illusion, of whom art thee?
Chasing me through the looking glass balcony
Never mind, promise, not to miss a symphony...
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Farzaneh.Qāf

The icey cold cool mindless night
falling dropes motionless life
might it never end
It's touch is your mind
heart races faster
high on the feeling
but a wast of time
one there will be no high
just do to lost the pain
hide the icey cold dropes
with not to try
but not to sigh
just to lay to die
motionless is all you need
nothing more
just the secrets behide a closed door