HM ( / Iran, Tehran)

Her Smile

Always lonely in my room
Invaded by the soldiers of doom
Wondering about my existence
Drowning in this limited gloomy sand
Dreaming of a perfect land.
When her smile rose in my heart's sky
Evaporated the clouds
And melted the condemnation binds.
The soul's wind storm
Capable of harm
Heal, and with free will
Leads the warm rays run
In every damp corner of my life
Letting me to live, love, and to be loved.

by Homa Mousavi

Comments (1)

i think this poem is so beautiful, it has so much emotion. Well done, :)