Dance in the arms of the beloved

Before the butterflies define the memory of the shirt flowers for the blossoms of the shirt and the thin dummies of Damant's hands, start a romantic dance in the heart of the night. A dance that is endless, a dance in which only the heart of the heart is heard, not the concerns of the outside world.

Dancer with the eyes in which all the heavens and seas are lost. The dance that killed all of his love and hope in your breasts, a dance that you will never forget, even when the days become night and years.

Only at this moment, in this dance, you feel what life means. At this moment, money, cars, or anything else is trivial. The only thing that remains is the reminder of the romantic dance you will have in your heart; The dance that is always alive in your heart and never willing nothing from those moments.

These memories are like the sound of an ancient song in Janet, and nothing can take nothing from you. Every time you want, you will remember that life is only in these moments, in the same dances we build together.

Author Behnam mohtaramie

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