Snow Land A Poem by:
Copyright shall at all times remain vested in the Author. No part of the work shall be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the Author's express written consent. No sound. They just dreamed of a far land with people apparelled in light silky cloth with a marvelous tongue: a combination of soft letters a wine of long syllables one can drink in a crystal cup. They dreamed of a far land where dreams are suspended like clouds in the sky; sometimes they are wild geese, white wings flying lightly, and sometimes a profile of a familiar face turning with dignity.
Light in that land is the long finger of a sculptor who discovers nature by his gentle touch and flowers are abundant regular crystals and one should keep his hands off their petals.
People of that land told the story of their immortal prince forever sad, weeping away her spirit to keep the soil fruitful forever.
No sound. The dreamers just dreamed of a far land and when they woke up the first snow had already covered the gardens.
Maziar Ouliaei-Nia
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