In the courtyard of the house
The host is the moon and the star
The glowing light of the moon
Witnesses to the torn heart
This torn heart
Pregnant of the storm
A story of two lovers
Breaking up is crying
A picture of her looking
In my mind
At the corner of the yard
She is with me
Shouting my happiness
Defeat all my silence
It was a short dream
I'm shaking
With thunder
Sadly in sky
Elusive stars
Suddenly the moon was hidden
Rainy storm
I was disturbed
Nothing to be a witness
To see prying eyes
In the courtyard of the house
Empty and no guest
just an old Love
Lost in his home
With a torn heart
Hate being alone
Now my story is,
A story in a book.
B, Ghashghaee
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