Hey you in darkness of my nighttime, in grey silence of clouds of night, walking in lines of my mind and you the huge thought of my writes, line by line of my words, decorated. Until the end of my real looking, painted to horizon of hope. I'm moving to search you and I go as guide the little blue clouds to their place where you are. You're laid in powerful meaning of stream, in green meaning of pine and in feeling the voice of the bird who say about spring. I poor my hands on my eyes and again try to see better. This time I see a sky as huge as you, blue.
As huge as you blue, Hadi Safaree, 2002/ 2/1 sababoy.blogfa.com