I will make a path,
I will build a bridge
From inside myself to the outside,
Beside the road,
Bright lights made of hope,
Stars in the sky, my unattained hopes.
Where is my world…?
I will build it, even if no one desires it.
I see fences of envy around it,
Holes have been dug inside it.
I spread my love and my strength.
Don’t be afraid—my power is not destructive,
My words are arrows of power,
Broken pieces of my soul and spirit.
These are my strength.
I will make a path.
ساعت پنج صبحه که پدید می آید شعری مینویسم تا پرده ور افتد و کلمات ظاهر شوند شعرم نوست ، جنسش از ذهن و افکار توست پیچیده کمی احوالم، مکثم را...