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Aigin Kiani Poem
I cannot call myself a poet, for my pen is not able to write about any other ocean than your eyes.
If I combine the scent Of orange leaves with the touch of your hands, I can create the most delightful song ever.
Come to me, dedicate the spirit of life to my rhymeless poems
Come to me, watch the sunset with me, and I Will stare at its reflection in the mirror of your eyes...
come to me ...
Copyright © Aigin Kiani | Year Posted 2020
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Aigin Kiani Poem
the sun was drowned into the blue embrace of the ocean
Everyday she was invited to the clouds fancy dancing banquet , wearing her golden dress
A piece of charming cloud was spinning around her spinning body
And she sneaked out everyday
No one knew where she hid
And today , the breeze found her behind the orange flames kissing the moon
Copyright © Aigin Kiani | Year Posted 2020
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