Mira the wandering dervish
The sound of water on water
The essence of sunrise
Mother of the streams
She stands up to the poisonous storm
Passing through time in search of truth
Wind blowing on her hair,
She turns her head to the sea
Waves after waves she dreams
Of the dolphins who take her home.
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2 comments:
beautiful poem,it brought tears in my eyes.thanks
I am grateful for your comment.
Love & Peace,
Nima
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