"Sarmeh of the Sun" I was a blind chicken in the forest at night, the wind was strange, my secret was secret because the burden of the night fell on my feathers, I needed only the sleep of death, I never had a flower of the sun bloom on me from under thousands of leaves. There was no light, I was a blind bird in the night forest, the light of the night stars was far from me in my eyes, which had a curtain of darkness, a lantern in the hands of passers-by, without light, I was a blind bird in the night forest, in my heart it was always winter, the color of autumn and the shadow of summer in front of my eyes I was all the same, I was burning like firewood inside me, my smoke was reaching my artless eyes because the evening fire was dying alone, my head was under my feathers. One night, when thousands of thunderbolts fell, a hand slid into my nest from the side of the dark mass, and a tremor fell in my body, the foundation of my nest shook. Until his paw slipped on my body, my heart stopped beating, oblivious to the effort, because at dawn this hand was the sun and the warmth of the fire. Dark shepherd without moonlight, I didn't rub my beak of sadness on the ground because the light of desire shined on my heart in the morning, I didn't cry, this warm hand was your hand, O love, it was your hand and your eternal fire. "The sea crawled on the chest of the beach, drunk in tight arms, the successful body on the soft golden sands, the moon filled the place of the sun's wet feet in the hut that trembles on the pile of sand, the collapse of fear, a man still remembers his boat. and in the dream of hanging with the fishes, he still goes under the black steam of the night, where no one's eyes can see, he spreads his big net all over the shore to kill the waves, he chases away the night's hunt, he breathes a few breaths with his wife, warm He presses it to his heart. This is the milk of a woman's heart, which he leaves alone in his hut during the long night. Tears boil from the woman's gap. He steps into the hut to follow the man, his shattered shadow on the burnt sand is like a tarnish, but his wife is blinded by his shadow because the one who comes from the way is someone else. In the morning, there is nothing but the sound of happy breaths in the hut. The boatman is still in the arms of the water. He is not afraid of the roaring wind. The dawn has already blown and he heard the pleasant smell of the sun from the sea breeze. A successful woman =================================== To register for various literary and artistic courses, you can go to the page Visit the Instagram of Bammad Afarinesh Honar Cultural Institute (under the supervision of Professor Rashid Kakavand) or contact 09924040737. / bamdad_honar ============================================ Methods of supporting the program according to the request of the audience: 1- Super Thanks Training directly through YouTube: • How to buy a Super Thanks ---------------------------------- 2- Zarinpal payment portal for inside Iran https://zarinp.al/barzin in the name of Masoud Amjadian ------------------------------ -- 3- Payment with digital currency Tether address Volt TRC20: TFfmiGFwFf5cqvooN9GwUb2aJm6Ny6gF5S