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The Roads Not Taken

  wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww


Just a perfect day

You made me forget myself

I thought I was someone else

Someone good

Oh! Its such a perfect day

I am glad I spend it with you

Such a perfect day

You just keep me hanging on

You just keep me hanging on

Wrote By passenger at 29 Mar 2008 | Post Time:8:19 PM | Linke |

 


رفته بودم لب حوض

تا ببینم شاید، عکس تنهایی خود را در آب

آب در حوض نبود...

ماهیان می گفتند : هیچ تقصیر درختان نیست

ظهر دم کرده ی تابستان بود

پسر روشن آب، لب پاشویه نشست

و عقاب خورشید، آمد او را به هوا برد که برد

به درک راه نبردیم به اکسیژن آب...

تو اگر در طپش باغ خدا را دیدی همت کن

و بگو ماهی ها، حوضشان بی آب است.

باد می رفت به سروقت چنار،

من به سر وقت خدا می رفتم...

 

 

اتفاق معصومی دارد می افتد، اتفاقی با وزش مهربان نسیم بهار و رقص بی قرار شکوفه ها. داریم می رسیم به سر آغاز رویشی دوباره ، تولدی دیگر و دیگر بار سبز شدن. سال نو مبارک!

Wrote By passenger at 19 Mar 2008 | Post Time:11:39 PM | Linke |

  Bang-Bang


I was five and he was six

We rode on the horses made of sticks

He wore black and I wore white

He would always win the fight

Bang-Bang

He shot me down

Bang-Bang

I hit the ground

Bang-Bang

That awful sound

Bang-Bang

...My baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time

When I grew up I called him mine

He would always laugh and say

Remember when we used to play

Bang-Bang

I shot you down

Bang-Bang

You hit the ground

Bang-Bang

That awful sound

Bang-Bang

...I used to shoot you down

Music played and people sang

...Just for me the church bells rang

Now he’s gone I don’t know why

And to this day sometimes I cry

He didn’t even say goodbye

He didn’t take the time to lie

Bang-Bang

He shot me down

Bang-Bang

I hit the ground

Bang-Bang

That awful sound

Bang-Bang

...My baby shot me down

 

Wrote By passenger at 14 Mar 2008 | Post Time:1:40 AM | Linke |

 


We’re walking in the air

We’re floating I the blue sky

With people down below

And rivers flowing slow

Far across the land

The villages go by like dreams

The stream of fantasy

My deepest reality

Wrote By passenger at 14 Mar 2008 | Post Time:1:9 AM | Linke |

  Dance Me To The End Of Love


Dance me through your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic till I’m safely in

Lift me like an olive branch and be my humor dove

Dance me to the end of Love and dance me to the end of Love

Let me see your beauty when the witness says it all

Let me feel your moving like they do in Babylon

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of

And dance me to the end of Love; dance me to the end of Love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on

Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long

Where both of beneath our love and both of us above

And dance me to the end of Love; dance me to the end of Love

Dance me through the children, who are asking to be born

Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have Avon

Raise the tent of shelter now though every threat is thorn

And dance me to the end of Love; dance me to the end of Love

Dance me through your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in

Touch me with your naked hand; touch me with your glove

And me to the end of Love, dance me to the end of Love

And Dance Me To The End Of Love

 

 

Wrote By passenger at 14 Mar 2008 | Post Time:0:55 AM | Linke |

  fire and ice


 

some say the world will end in fire

some say in ice

     for what I’ve tasted of desire

I hole with those who favor fire

But if it had to perish twice

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice

                              Robert Frost 

                                   

Wrote By passenger at 20 Aug 2007 | Post Time:1:36 AM | Linke |

  a white rose for you


A White Rose

 

The red rose whispers of passion

 And the white rose breathes of love

Oh , the red rose is a falcon

And the white rose is a dove

 

But I send you a cream-white rosebud

With a flash on its petal tips

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips

Wrote By passenger at 20 Aug 2007 | Post Time:0:20 AM | Linke |

 


hi

Wrote By passenger at 14 Jul 2007 | Post Time:0:5 AM | Linke |

  The Road Not Taken


 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler , long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other , as just as fair ,

And having perhaps the better claim ,

Because it was grassy & wanted wear :

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same ,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh ! I kept the first for another day

Yet knowing how way leads on toway

.I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages & ages hence

Tow roads diverged in a wood , and I

I took the one less traveled by ,

And that has made all difference .

Robert Frost

Wrote By passenger at 13 Jul 2007 | Post Time:11:36 PM | Linke |