عبدالله فرحمند

For my wings
I think of you a blowing wind in my face
I think of you a tired breathing voice in my dream
I think of you fairy tale
I which you came and gave me birth
Then left and stayed
A frequency in my voice
A growth in my height
A depth in my face
A beauty in my eyes
No you never left and
You lived by my side
But if you didn’t
Why I feel warm hands on my shoulders while I stop standing
Why I feel a kiss in my veins while they cry
this poem is being copied from Avicenna In the Sunrise weblog