پنجره را به پهنای جهان می گشایم :

جاده تهی است . درخت گرانبار شب است .

ساقه نمی لرزد، آب از رفتن خسته است : تو نیستی ، نوسان نیست .

تو نیستی ، و تپیدن گردابی است .

تو نیستی ، و غریو رودها گویا نیست ، و دره ها نا خواناست.

می آیی : شب از چهره ها بر می خیزد ، راز از هستی می پرد .

می روی : چمن تاریک می شود ، جوشش چشمه می شکند.

سیمای تو می وزد ، و آب بیدار می شود .

می گذری ، و آیینه نفس می کشد.

جاده تهی است . تو بازنخواهی گشت ، . چشمم به راه تو نیست .

پگاه ، دروگران از جاده روبرو سر می رسند :

رسیدگی خوشه هایم را به رؤیا دیده اند .

'BAA VAZESHE BAADHA'
Zan ba baade jonub be ghalbe mard raah yaft.mard az baade gharbi be zehniate pei bord.baade sharghi mard ra ba rouhe zan ashna kard.
Angah vazeiate javvi degargoun shod va tamamie baadha be yekbare vazidand.toufani azim va davvar padid avardand va zan hamrahe baade shomali mard ra tark kard va ghalbe ou az YAKH poushide shod. Richard M.SHARP ( dastanhaye 55 kalameyi)

Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.

She wants to see how many people get her poem.

It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.

It! was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done!

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child.

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift ….

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

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Dear All:

PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don't know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon leave this world due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.

She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.

By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just your time!

PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.

Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor

Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology

1300 Morris Park Avenue

Bronx, New York 10461