Whispering in the roses 'ears
Written by : Rasool Al Nasiri
Dreams have a sense of anguish,
Congestion and accumulation on the roads of muddled thinking
I won't be a prisoner of an ailing worry
I don't wait for a down that isn't declared by the minarets of the recognition and not be recited by the supererogatory of night
Nostalgia is calling me and your beautiful Lucifer seducing a prayer rug
I orient my pulse to you
Swallows of peace perish Mongols' elephants
Roguish pour don't make me a afraid because dovetail has a protector heart
The kiln of longing is effervescing .
Could I have a salvational ship which her last nail is lost
Only nighttime can be aware of the depth of desolateness
only sea can be aware of the conflict of drown,
only moon can know hankering
Only expatriation cancel the tears
Diaphanous desideratums on There are
The Butterflies' wings
looked forward to the moon butterflies
the moon donned clouds whose rainfall is sterile
feeling is like a divine light swimming into the extent of your vision
The intonation of your passions are whispers of melody in my blood
the Inceptions of pulsation as Christmas bells
your words are feast prayer with ten magnifications
It is me who is heaped with sins and trespasses
your opalescence's secrets wakened the time from his coma
gather the expatriation's Diaspora from serpentine roads
the sound of eve is chantings of quietness and a sparkle of tranquility
a spirit roams in endless distance
I come up twelve letters all are you
Breathes are decorated with charm
Morning whispers gallant your brown lips
The luminosity of your light meet by chance with my darkness
The inspiration of your features inspirits a poem that is passionately in love
Written by : Rasool Al Nasiri
Dreams have a sense of anguish,
Congestion and accumulation on the roads of muddled thinking
I won't be a prisoner of an ailing worry
I don't wait for a down that isn't declared by the minarets of the recognition and not be recited by the supererogatory of night
Nostalgia is calling me and your beautiful Lucifer seducing a prayer rug
I orient my pulse to you
Swallows of peace perish Mongols' elephants
Roguish pour don't make me a afraid because dovetail has a protector heart
The kiln of longing is effervescing .
Could I have a salvational ship which her last nail is lost
Only nighttime can be aware of the depth of desolateness
only sea can be aware of the conflict of drown,
only moon can know hankering
Only expatriation cancel the tears
Diaphanous desideratums on There are
The Butterflies' wings
looked forward to the moon butterflies
the moon donned clouds whose rainfall is sterile
feeling is like a divine light swimming into the extent of your vision
The intonation of your passions are whispers of melody in my blood
the Inceptions of pulsation as Christmas bells
your words are feast prayer with ten magnifications
It is me who is heaped with sins and trespasses
your opalescence's secrets wakened the time from his coma
gather the expatriation's Diaspora from serpentine roads
the sound of eve is chantings of quietness and a sparkle of tranquility
a spirit roams in endless distance
I come up twelve letters all are you
Breathes are decorated with charm
Morning whispers gallant your brown lips
The luminosity of your light meet by chance with my darkness
The inspiration of your features inspirits a poem that is passionately in love
