For You Lama

The legends of the first painted by fire gods and demons.
How can I paint you and I am between fire and water?
Drowning has become a refuge...
And fire became a light, like your eyes
The blackness of the universe is tiring.
Your eyes are as black as the light before the dawn.
You're beautiful like the church hymns in the evening.
As the day of resurrection and the last call.
And sweet as the dew drops...
Like the voice of revolution and poetry of the left.
Painting needs a brush.
And legend needs history.
And church bells need a saint.
And your laugh erases the spheres and all the legends and history
I keep an eye on you in the nebula of the universe.
And curse December and all the endings.
And I see you sitting on the poetry ladder.
Where the alphabets stand in astonishment...


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