Swallow silent

swallow silent

It was a swallow that returned to the same old branch every spring with a thousand hopes.

He had entrusted his heart to a window through which a hand had waved to him one day.

He flew from the farthest skies, passed through wind and rain, just to see his friend's eyes once more.

But the window had been closed for years.

The swallow sits on the same branch every evening, sings a quiet song and leaves its tears to the rain in the silence of the night.

The springs came and went but no one called his name.

until that cold morning

The swallow did not fly anymore

The wind hugged his small and tired body and the sky lost one of its most beloved birds forever

Since that day, whenever spring comes and a swallow sits on a silent branch, they say that maybe it is still the soul of the swallow that flies over the world in search of its lost love.

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Look

(look)

First

Your look came and a quiet fire poured into me

No fire to burn

The fire of the lamp that lit the way of the heart

Your hand reached me

The world was silent for a moment

As if we were not two

We were two travelers for years

They were looking for each other

Love slowly takes root in us

In the laughter in the breath

Near two hearts

who had forgotten the distances.

Your arms became the altar of peace

where body and soul

They were freed from separation

And the prayer kiss was silent

For the arrival of two eager souls

At that moment when love reached its perfection

Neither I stayed nor you

Two names are missing

And only one feeling remained

deliverance

Like a drop lost in the sea

But for the first time

He understands the meaning of being

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Intellect

intellect

Poor is the one who is caught by reason

He did not taste the wind of madness and was captured

In Koi Eshgh, whoever kept his account

Because a drop remained and failed to join the whole

It wouldn't be madness if the curtain disappeared

Then he saw what happened in this house

The butterfly laughed at the wisdom of the wise

Because the end of the flame of life was connected to the heart

Farhad threw an ax into the heart of the mountain and suffered

Because love came and became the commander of action

Intellect remained thirsty from the table of secrets

The heart that burned became the sacred cup of Salsabil

They said that the path of love is dangerous and full of blasts

He laughed and left, whatever the trouble was, it became honey itself

Finally, he washed his hands and left

The drop of Chu disappeared into the sea and became the mirror of eternity

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