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As I take a step on the tiny shiny emerald color grasses, I can feel the wind passing gently from the shells of the sands, singing with the dance of the waves, calling my spirit to dance with it, and as the waves throw their crystal drops to me with enjoyment, can see the sea birds dancing circularly around me, while the radiation of the sun dances gently from between their white feathers. Can feel the breeze trying to open the gate of my spirit calling it out, and as the wind blows away the white veil of the sun, the breeze runs between my black hair, drying the drops which the waves have thrown to me, running between the curls of my black hair, and waking the angels up, to open the gate of my sprit As the angels sparkle coming down from over the white clouds, can see them holding the key of sprit in their hands , flying with their golden wings which were sparkling cause of the golden touches of the sun, smiling at me , and blinking their brown shiny eyes, opening the lock of my spirit , asking me to dance , and as the angels hold my spirit , I can see my self sleeping gently on the brown sands, which were dancing circularly with the wind and jumping around the black curls of my hair , and while my hazel eyes are looking at me with enjoyment, my white silk dress is getting washed by the gentle touches of the waves, I say bye to her .


I don’t know , was it cause of my travels around the world, that made me look this way, or was it cause of my feelings, trying to put my self in every single existence position. I am born on 11 July 1984, studying engineering, who is interested in writing stories and poems.

My first writings were in Persian, which is my mother tong , after traveling in Irland and UK , I realized that I can express my feelings more , when I write in English.

The reason that guided my writings from nature, and small children stories, to light and sprit ,was only God, and cause of the love that I have towards Him, and that how Satan can block ones way to reach God.

Hope to hear your ideas and advises about my writings soon.

Bless you all,

SHIMA.N.H.FARD


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