Dear little warming disc,
Forgive me I haven’t been looking at you since a while. Forgive me I take your warm rays for granted. It is true that I long to coldness, rain, and the touch of snow, but you are authentic in many ways; you are the source of hope, for those who can’t befriend their eyelids… Hey! don’t fade away! I know you hear my words.. Yes I know you are a source of life, for those who can’t build a beautiful city in one day. But now you are gone, and left only a charming painting in the wide sky, and a soft breeze carrying a handful of hard-working birds. Promise me, you absent illuminating friend, that you will never stop unconditional giving. Promise me you will keep working and believing. And I will promise you that I will seek and find the path to peace.
Sincerely,
Kazem
Oh, now finaly I can add a comment. Nice that a new poem has come. It is also nice sun admiration. If you miss wind, rain and snow dear, just nothing simpler than visiting me.
It seems like all roads lead to Monika