soon, wake up, get up ...
forgive the emerald dress beaded with dew
and as the queen of your dreams,
both ura your head that adorns the light of the moon.
Then, the form of crystal glints of gold
wearing on your face bright, and
sandals cloud raise your steps.
Dance, Dance ... waves.
Without meeting.
The wind does not tangle your long silver hair ...
a damp gust, full of pink sprinkles your person.
Farsi meeting.
Here new life comes to you, God,
in the likeness of the beloved.
and you his queen.
(02/08/2011)
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