evening rainy blue beach.
cold winds come to my are studio.
seeing the beauty in them,
keeping pain of passionate desire.
the lifeless living blue art.
honored endlessly.
Thousands of glass bottles,
filled with colour pigments.
Green eyes two models
Ash coloured model's in opal or in vintage goun.
Eyes can see not just a craft.
60's teal blue long goun dress in hanger. And find silent woman of happiness. exquisitely phenomenal.
And the nerves will find the rain.
and memory sleeps,
beneath the grey.
we put a mask over our feelings,
Hope again, with may smile.
I write him in my line.
As long as I live, I will gamble with myself.
I can't write,
but with an invisible gesture,
I constantly hold the pen.
I don't know where the end of holding this pen
I'm searching and waiting an Iranian blossom
Poem of jrain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem