Will the road I painted lead me to You?
The garden is white with spring blossoms and jasmine.
I watered all Your flowers with my tears.
I painted a bench in the garden.
A separate chair for You! A swing!
O You have so many choices my Lord.
I invited a group of musicians into the picture.
The silent swans on my pond are thirsting for You.
The velvet rung of the red roses in my picture
Are still waiting for the caress of Your feet.
~ Guity Khoshdel ~
(Tehran)
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