VegA

Farsi is the language with bilions of poets! like me....
But translations make the poem with different interpretations,also a poem is connected with culture and nation, I am trying to write in a new way:
International feelings + an iranian mind + english words = a poem which can be interested to any one! Even you!!!
"Ten" is my last effort, take a look ^_^

*yek* ~1

" It was raining, I was cold and wet.

I didnt know why , I didnt seek.
I left mine.
calmly...

He knew, he sought.
he stayed.
And calmly...

I didnt see any one, I didn't look for.
He looked for, and...

I closed my eyes, I saw you.
He didn't see you...but saw me!

It is raining. I'm not cold and not wet.

I still don't know, but I'm seeking.
I open my eyes, I look for.
I see him...

He was there, beside me. I come back.

He is clod and wet.
I don't know why, I don't seek, but...
I see you, he can see you too.

It is still raining.
I take his hands and...

He is not cold and not wet.

He don't know why,don't seek even.
and that's good!

<3 LOVE doesnt mean to walk together along a road under a rainy sky,
means not to let the other one gets wet, while he/she doesn't understand why he/she is not getting wet under rainig....

By: Vega*-*)

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