When blossoms spring, and baby fawns
Are spry and merry in the leas,
When blushy rays of morning dawns
Play chase and tag amid the leaves,
When nature smiles and lives anew,
I think of hope - I think of you.
Whenever storms unleash the rage,
And friends desert except a few,
Remaining firm upon the stage,
I think of trust - I think of you.
Whenever distance seems unfair,
And light is out of the view,
There is a way my heart can bear:
I think of love - I think of you.
A letter to imam Mahdi
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