NORUZ SAHYAD ZADRUZ-E GOL BASHAD...*MIST A RHYTHM!
THIS GAME HAS US
IN UPROAR
TO MELT THE ICE.
THE RHYTHM CAME
TO BREAK ICE PALACE.
I CROSS MY GAZE
THROUGH WINDOW
TO SHARE WITH YOU
MIST AND SNOW.
I SPARE THE WORDS
TO FIND NEW LINES.
TO EXTEND MY HAND
IN SILENCE
WITH PEN AND PAPER.
WHAT IS IT THAT
WE KEEP IN OUR HEART?
MIST A RHYTHM
PLAYING ICE AND AMETHYST,
HANDS OF REFLECTING HANDS
WHEN IT'S RAINING HARD.
OPEN YOUR WINDOW
TO RUSH HOT RHYRHMS IN.
A DRY VASE
I WATER GREEN
THE DRY
VASE.
MIST A SUN
MIST A RHYRHM
MIST A RHYTHM
STORM THE STABILE.
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