shabnamshirvani

Hello, O master of joyful childhood Your words dance happily hand in hand with your inner child Listen to my inner child: Again, I am full of songs Patient on the path of home pain An angel flaps its wings On my tired shoulders A song comes alive In my throat and closed ears Holding the childhood scarf Sadness has gone away The fruit of maturity is raw The alley becomes snow Crowded passerby My heart whistles The train's laugh screams I give a hand, come The sharp edges of the blade And the tongue of fire