ﺩﺭ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺑﺎﺩ,ﻻﻟﻪ ﮔﻞﭘﺮﭘﺮﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ,ﺭﻭﺯ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻪ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ
ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﺑﺎﻍﻫﺎ ﺷﻨﯿﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻋﻄﺮ ﯾﺎﺱ
ﮔﺎﻫﯽ ﻧﻪ ﭘﺸﺖ ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩ,ﻻﯼ ﺩﺭَﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ
ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺩﺭﯾﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﺣﺎﺻﻞ ﺍﻣﻮﺍﺝ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﻋﻠﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺎ ﺍﺻﻐﺮﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺩﺭ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺩﻝ ﻧﻪ ﻓﻘﻂ ﺳﺮ ﺳﭙﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺵ!
ﺣﺘﺎ ﺣﺴﯿﻦ ﭘﯿﺶ ﺧﺪﺍ ﺑﯽﺳﺮﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻫﻤﺴﻔﺮ ﺁﺏ ﻣﯽﺷﻮﺩ
ﺩﻝﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ ﻧﻪ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏﺁﻭﺭﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﮐﻪ ﭘﯿﺶﻣﺮﮒ ﭘﺪﺭ ﻣﯽﺷﻮﺩ ﭘﺴﺮ
ﺍﻭﻻﺩ ﻫﻢ ﻧﺒﯿﺮﻩﯼ ﭘﯿﻐﻤﺒﺮﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﻋﺎﻟﻢ ﺷﺒﯿﻪ ﺁﻥ ﻟﺐ ﻭ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﻧﺪﯾﺪﻩﺍﺳﺖ
ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪ ﻫﻢ ﻣﯿﺎﻧﻪﯼ ﺗﺸﺖ ﺯﺭَﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ!
ﺍﯾﻦ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺳﺮﺥ ﺍﻭﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺎﺭﯾﺦ ﺯﻧﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺍﯾﻦ ﺷﺎﻫﻨﺎﻣﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﻭﻟﯽ ﺁﺧﺮﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ
ﺍﺳﺖ:
ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩ ﺳﺎﻝﻫﺎﯼ ﭘﺴﺮ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﯾﺴﺘﻦ
ﺳﺮ ﺑﺮ ﺳﭙﯿﺪ ﭘﯿﺮﻫﻦ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺳﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎﻩﻫﺎﯼ ﺳﺎﻝ,ﻣﺤﺮّﻡ ﮐﻪ ﻣﺤﺸﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ!
ﺍﺯ»ﺭﻭﺯ«ﻫﺎﯼ ﺳﺎﻝ ﻭﻟﯽ»ﻣﺤﺸﺮ«ﺵ ﺧﻮﺵ
است..
....ONE BOULDER IS ENOUGH FOR BREAK GLASS..ONE OUTRIGHT IS ENOUGH FOR BREAK ONE HEART..ONE SECOND IS ENOUGH FOR ADORE..ONE FRIEND ADAGE YOU IS ENOUGH FOR ALL LIFE..HAVE A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT WITH LOVE................................ALONE....
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ﺑﺎﺯ ﻃﻮﻓﺎﻧﯽ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺩﺭﯾﺎﯼ ﺩﻝ
ﻣﻮﺝ ﺳﺮ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺎﺣﻞ ﻏﻢ ﻣﯿﺰﻧﺪ
ﺑﺎﺯ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ ﺭﻧﮓ ﺧﻮﻥ ﮔﺮﻓﺖ
ﺑﺮ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ ﻧﻘﺸﯽ ﺯ ﻣﺎﺗﻢ ﻣﯿﺰﻧﺪ
ﺑﺎﺯ ﺟﺎﻡ ﺩﯾﺪﻩ ﻫﺎ ﻟﺒﺮﯾﺰ ﺷﺪ
ﺑﺎﺯ ﺯﺧﻢ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺳﺮ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩ
ﺩﺭ ﻣﯿﺎﻥ ﻧﺎﻟﻪ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩ ﻭ ﺍﺷﮏ
ﺣﻨﺠﺮﻡ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩﻫﺎ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩ
ﻣﯽ ﻧﻮﯾﺴﻢ ﺷﺮﺡ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻏﻢ ﻧﺎﻣﻪ ﺭﺍ
ﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﺸﮏ ﻭ ﺍﺷﮏ ﻭ ﺗﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ
ﻣﯽ ﻧﻮﯾﺴﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﯼ ﮐﺰ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ
ﮐﺮﺩ ﺣﯿﺮﺍﻥ ﺗﯿﻐﻪ ﺷﻤﺸﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ
ﮔﻮﺋﯿﺎ ﺑﺎ ﺁﻥ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺑﯿﮕﺎﻧﮕﯽ
ﺁﺏ ﻫﻢ ﺑﺎ ﺗﺸﻨﮕﺎﻥ ﺑﯿﮕﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ
ﺩﺭ ﻣﯿﺎﻥ ﺁﻥ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻧﺎﻣﺮﺩﻣﯽ
ﺍﺷﮏ ﺁﺏ ﻭ ﺩﯾﺪﻩ ﻫﺎ ﭘﯿﻤﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ
ﺗﯿﻎ ﻧﺎﭘﺎﮐﺎﻥ ﺑﺮﺁﻣﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻧﯿﺎﻡ
ﺧﻮﻥ ﭘﺎﮐﯽ ﺩﺷﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺳﯿﺮﺍﺏ ﮐﺮﺩ
ﺧﻮﻥ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﺮ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺯﻣﯿﻦ
ﮐﺂﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺗﺸﻨﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺳﯿﺮﺍﺏ ﮐﺮﺩ
ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﯿﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺍﻧﮑﺎﺭ ﮐﺮﺩ؟
ﺯﯾﺮ ﺳﻢ ﺍﺳﺒﻬﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﮎ ﮐﺮﺩ؟
ﻣﯽ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺁﯾﺎ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻘﺶ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﺍ
ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﻭﻥ ﺳﯿﻨﻪ ﻫﺎﻣﺎﻥ ﭘﺎﮎ ﮐﺮﺩ؟
ﮔﺮ ﻧﺸﺎﻥ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﺍ ﮔﻢ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﯾﻢ
ﺩﺭ ﻣﯿﺎﻥ ﺁﺗﺶ ﺁﻥ ﺧﯿﻤﻪ ﻫﺎﺳﺖ
ﮔﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﺣﻘﯿﻘﺖ ﻣﯿﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﺣﻖ ﻫﻤﯿﻨﺠﺎ ﺣﻖ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﯼ ﻧﯿﺰﻩ ﻫﺎﺳﺖ
ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﻫﺎ ﺑﺮ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﮐﻨﯿﻢ
ﺍﻭ ﮐﻪ ﺧﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺭﻓﺖ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺁﺯﺍﺩ ﺷﺪ
ﻣﺎ ﺳﮑﻮﺕ ﻣﺮﮔﺒﺎﺭﯼ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﯾﻢ
....ﺍﻭ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﻗﺮﻧﻬﺎ ﻓﺮﯾﺎﺩ ﺷﺪ
ﺑﺎﺯﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﻣﺎﺗﻢ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺣﺴﯿﻦ
ﺑﺎﺯ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻮﮒ ﺁﻥ ﺁﻻﻟﻪ ﺍﯾﻢ
ﯾﺎﺩﺗﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺣﯿﺎﺕ ﻋﺸﻖ ﺭﺍ
ﻭﺍﻣﺪﺍﺭ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺳﺮﺥ ﻻﻟﻪ ﺍﯾﻢ
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ﺟﺎﺩﻩ ﻭ ﺍﺳﺐ ﻣﻬﯿﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﮐﺮﺑﻼ ﻣﻨﺘﻈﺮ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻔﺴﯿﺮ ﻗﯿﺎﻣﺖ ﺯﯾﻨﺐ
ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﯼ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻪ ﭘﯿﺪﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﺧﺎﮎ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺧﺪﺍ ﻣﯽ ﺷﮑﻔﺪ ﻣﯽ ﺑﺎﻟﺪ
ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﻏﺮﻕ ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﺗﯿﻎ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻌﺮﮐﻪ ﻣﯽ ﺍﻓﺘﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺮﻣﯽ ﺧﯿﺰﺩ
ﺭﻗﺺ ﺷﻤﺸﯿﺮ ﭼﻪ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﺍﺷﯿﺒﯽ ﺗﺮﺩﯾﺪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺑﺮﮔﺮﺩﯾﻢ
ﻋﺮﺵ ﺯﯾﺮ ﻗﺪﻡ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﺯﺭﻩ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻮﺝ ﺑﭙﻮﺷﯿﻢ ﺭﺩﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮﻓﺎﻥ
ﺭﺍﻩ ﻣﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻝ ﺩﺭﯾﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﮐﺎﺵ ﺍﯼ ﮐﺎﺵ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﯿﺎﯼ ﻋﻄﺶ ﻣﯽ ﻓﻬﻤﯿﺪ
ﺁﺏ ﻣﻬﺮﯾﻪ ﺯﻫﺮﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﭼﯿﺰﯼ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ ﭼﺮﺍ ﺑﺮﮔﺮﺩﯾﻢ
ﺁﺧﺮ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺟﺎﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ
ﻓﺮﺻﺘﯽ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺩﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺁﻣﺪ ﻭ ﺭﻓﺖ
ﺗﺎ ﻫﻤﯿﻦ ﺍﻣﺸﺐ ﻭ ﻓﺮﺩﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﯿﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﺮﻭﯾﻢ