They sing songs without words...knowing that somewhere there is a mate that understands...
- a lowclear call in the night
--a joyful melody at dawn
---or a vesperlyric at sundown
love songs thrown to the sky carried by the winds...
Gwen Frostic
posted by Ahmad Kavousian at
Monday, July 31, 2006
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With a hope that some day he may follow TIADATHA to those sunny lands which lie on the other side of the world.
posted by Ahmad Kavousian at
Friday, July 28, 2006
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My House Is Cloudy
My House is Cloudy
the entire earth is cloudy.
Above the narrow pass, the shattered and desolate and drunken
wind whirls downward.
The entire world is desolated by it
so are my senses!
Oh, piper who has lost the road entranced by the melody of the flute,
where are you?
My house is cloudy but
the cloud is on the verge of weeping.
In the memory of my bright days that slipped through my fingers,
I cast a look upon my sun on the threshold of the ocean
and the entire world is desolated and shattered by the wind
and on the road, the piper continues to play his flute,
in this cloud-filled world
his own path stretching out before him.
By Nima Youshij
posted by Ahmad Kavousian at
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
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