A Thousand Faces

In a new shape with the mask of the wind without a passport without obtaining a permit you come, my pleated curtain with one breath you toss into the air, you reach my lap your playful hands on my knees wander, advancing they rise rippling over my body... In the shape of the cool Shahrivar wind with the evergreen air of your garden with the air of your water free you pour over me: shining waterfall! From head to toe you cover me and embrace my life... Clean inside and out I rise the smile of day in my eyes; the kisses of my soft shell long, so long I entrust to the wind addressed to your lips...