Psalm Of The Soul
Written by Mahanaj Parvin
The inter-city of the night runs towards the dawn,
Imagination creeps through the windows of the night room,
Sometimes loud, sometimes slow, like the wind,
I passed the test of emotion.
Psalm of the soul is rich.
Great rain on tin roof,
Lying on a palm leaf on the island, sees a bird’s nest,
The song of the waves of the sea,
In the middle of the virgin rice flowers of the field,
The moon falling from the breast of the night sky,
Yellow sun on the lips in the morning.
Everything has psalm of the soul.
Psalm of the soul gives flowery generosity and embroidered restraints.
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