A Dream and Memmories

One day, early in the morning, tossing off the gray blanket of dawn, the sun lifted its head from its mountain pillow and saw that the season of love had arrived in the valley of the heart. And on the branches of memory, countless flowerbuds of past moments were starting to scent the air. Unvoiced, unheard longings, half conscious and half unconscious, were waking, rubbing their eyes, looking around. Life flows like waves, wave upon wave, every moment new, but nevertheless always the same. Yes, life! in whose folds there is both love and grief, meetings as well as partings. It flows and ripples, and as it passes us, it tells of a season of love arrived in the valley of hearts, where, on the branches of memory, countless flowerbuds of past moments have started to scent the air.

(A sing in my heart)

Tell me why is the breeze singing today?
Tell ee why is the whole atmosphere saturated with color?
Tell me, my heart, what is destined to happen today?
Why is moonlight spreading into the day?
What path is life taking?
My heart, explain this chain of events!
Why is the breeze singing today?
It is singing...
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Everywhere I look, light is showering down.
Why are the roads so resplendent today?
Why do the blooming flowers look so extraordinary?
How is such a fragrance floating on the wind?
Who knows what my heartbeats are telling me!
My heart, tell me, what is this story?
Why is the wind singing to me today?
It is singing...
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Whose face is this that I see in every flower?
Whose voice is this that I hear even when I am not listening?
What sort of footsteps are these that approach? What sort of dreams am I being shown?
Tell me, my heart; who is coming?
Why is the breeze singing today?
It is singing...

~~~~Just Firooz~~~~