پست های وبلاگ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stared

at myself in the mirror
And I see a worm that has become a butterfly after cocooning...
I see trees that are green in autumn and greener in winter
I see the stars
who now have a birth certificate
and their age
The age of my successes
Today more than any other day
I remember the smell of coffee
in the sky. I don't see the moon
Now he has started the evening somewhere else
....Beautiful sunset now