Trap me,
with all your sweet temptations;
your true kindness;
and those lovely plays;
but never hurt my wings.
Trap me,
and be filled with the cologne of my body;
Penetrate my memory;
and conquer my memories;
Take control of my pure nature;
and discover its secrets;
but never hurt my wings.
Be a stranger to me,
and give me happiness only in my dreams;
Pull all the weights of your life on my shoulder
but never hurt my wings.
Don’t hurt my wings
Between the free clouds
empty from darkness
on the red cheeks of the sun
when your graceful eyes shine from happiness
with thousands of songs in my heart
I would imagine the best of me
Frough Samiei
Categories:
frough, love,
Form: Free verse