gold

 

They made
the water muddy

River
grumbled, clamored and shouted

Purity and
limpid is my nature

To form into dregs the mud and flowed

Tala whom her heart was full of sorrow

Thought by
herself

Beauty and
glow is my nature

Ablute her heart and wipe it off hatred

Then both of
them

Happy ,
seeking and fluent

Singing a
song

“ Not to mud
the water  the sorrow sure to go”

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mehrdad

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