BEHZAD SAVARI


Tragedy at night


Tragedy at night
Candle burns

He is set for the night.

Drops of tears

She is set for a clear night.

His heart burns bright

He burns with a clear vision for

...........................

Moth of stray and homeless

A child who loves the sun

The candle flame in the darkness of night are falling in love
And fuel burn in the sun more burning love

And rises in the morning

Candles burned in effigy on the night.

The candles burned on moth wings!

The sun will not believe!

How to make candles at night since it's paid

And moths that had her life

How to burn a candle down?

Yes this is a tragedy, a parting evening sun



(Behzad savari Spring 92)
Iran

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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