بدون عنوان

Posted by Farhad.B (Babol, Iran) on 1 August 2009 in Abstract & Conceptual and Portfolio.

As a shadow is cast overhead
I rejoice in the coming of the gloom
Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty
I decipher what is read in the cloud
The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears
The claps of thunder, scared? No, me I revere
in the enchantment of mother nature
Her caress it soothes and brings me joy