User:Sababoy

Clod of the friend passage

Your steps led me to the reminiscent where I was there and my God, in freshness of the yellow leaves of the way which was washed with your sincerity. God who left me in the nature was my God and yours who go now and notice with your steps the people who pass unbelievably and don't remember their God, from existence of blue sky and spring. Morning started white, today in red gnostic of your lantern flame. A bird sung starting of spring and I was freshened from Hafez poem in the morning: Hey Saba! Bring me perfume of clod of the friend passage - Take out my heart sorrow and have news of my sweetheart.