Poetry about the sky

Cloudy sky is asking for my eyes

Cloudy, it's raining to rain tears

The chipboard will break at the bottom of the sad waves

Ask the Thrill of Thousand Breasts

In all of my tablets I have no role other than you

Ask what I say from my mirror

The love fire turned into ash

You do not have to believe in the devastating world

Blind in the curtain of all your love

Ask my passion for the vocal I'm singing

I'm on the lights in your love fever

Let's burn my heart burning poetry

I did not burn any candles in my nesting room, except in the womb

Ask a candle from your nestmane

Poetry by Hossein Monzavi

thanks to : شعر در مورد آسمان