A Soul With Empty Hands Poem by nader baheri
A Soul With Empty Hands
To the cottage of my loneliness
Where my soul is coldly and silently asleep
Horrified from the colorful dreams
And hollowed from lights
Tell me who are you?
That i grow lighter and lighter
In the garden of your hands
Look at my heart
That your name starts to spilling over my heart
In the horizen i see seven spectrums of a rainbow
That i try to focus them in to one with the prism of my heart
like a diamond
But i know it is a diamond in the rough
In the rain i will have chance to blow off my despairs with lots of hopes
If i could i would glide on the rainbow of your heart
If i could i would be drowned in the rain of the colors
In the rain of the words
If i could, yes i would
Beautiful poem Nader, your friend and you are belong together, someone must be jealous when read this, because not all people can have it...I am jealous too, i wish the poem goes to the friend you write for, going eternal in the sake of honesty..your friend is a lucky person to have this, it is a nice one Nader_Soul
In the rain of colors. fine one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:42:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My loneliness! But, there is hope ahead. Nice piece of work.