A traveler with imagination supplements
Give me from what God gives you
Magic and the beauty of the brightness
hold me and break locks
don’t make a lover thirsty by your door,
don’t break his heart with not answering his questions
Many years I am searching and tracking you
between the plains, valleys and peaks of mountains
Asking the clouds and the rains
So as traveling trees on a hurry
So as asking the moon, which gives you the glory remains
Organized and wrote a thousand thousand poems over you
And puzzled ,confused people
Touched by the night fairs .. they said .
A traveler with imagination supplements .. he did
And became looking for the impossible
Delirious refuses to stray facts availiable
To sign books of men instead
Aww .. Baby if you knew
how much I have suffered on my way to you
You would say to me .. love of my life is due
The sweet days of communion are true
And have kept my pride out
Of biting gossip every night
Come to breath my poems bright
And let me be proud when I reach and realize the fantasy
And become the ruler of all the cities of fantasies
When your eyes make me a king of your throne with no war
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