ERFME 24
If you are the piece of cloud over a hill or the gravel on a road
The knife’s scratch on a tree trunk or the kite string in the hands of a kid
Don’t be sad..
Don’t be sad if you’re not a hill a road a tree or a kite itself..
The beauty of the sky over the hill the charming sound of the cart’s wheels on the stony road
The remembrance of an old memory under the tree the kite’s take-off in the blue sky
They all depend on your being..
Stay whatever you are!
Coz the world will be perfect with your being..
نوشته شده در پنج شنبه 89/5/7ساعت
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