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How far I am from my childhood!It seems thousands of years have separated us.Where's the way back returning to that little pessimist romantic girl I used to be?It seemed I could see the world behind a colorful rainbow,and hear the sounds within the soft lovely song of the singing rivers.Head on the clouds,I was walking on the earth with a heart full of joy and softness.Delight brightenig my face,I was listening to the music of the earth.I Could never be sure that sun will rise more than that,as the warm smiles on my face could melt winter icicle.Tale as oldest songs,I was living within a sweet bitter dream. I know I stole my childhood,but heavens how grateful to finally know the gap hurt me during all these years.I was not born to be a realist.I came to whisper ancient colorful rhymes of a sweet life.I shall go back to the world I belong.Just a little more experienced and more appreciated to the home I am kindly given.I shall go back to my wonderland,Little Negin,wait for me,I'm coming.
What happened to all my prayers?My God, my tourniquet return to me salvation.Some times I shall ask my self how these abstract ideas took place on my mind?Am I deceived by dreams which never come true?God I know I'm not forgotten,I know you care for me,and I feel the safe feeling of being protected and watched by you,but I don't know how to get rid of this confusion.Confusion I myself don't know is about what!How the salvation tastes?What's another birth to be born again?Maybe I shall reconstruct my perspective of life.How my prayers will be answered?How can my deep fears be taken away?My God, my tourniquet return to me salvation.
َThis rainy day of autumn is so beautiful.It tells me my beloved season has come,and the winter is approaching in shadows.The cloudy sky looks immensely azure and the smell and innocence of an autumn evening is so fascinating.How can it be described by humble words?All day the rain was whispering the sweetest songs in the allies.The window is open and I'm intoxicated by the perfume of the golden wet leaves turned into yellow and brown while the wind takes hold of them and dance about.It seems all the ugliness of the world is getting to be hidden,autumn and winter can just bring back the pure untold beauties.
