Five and twenty years deepen your eyes more,
a thousand steps could not reach the floor.
Five and twenty years ripen your eyes
in hides where this world´s rule hasn´t a price.
They wake up beautiful for all awaiting,
which still live to see like snows new thawing.
They fall asleep so wise in knowing
of all disappointments unexpected like a loving.
I wish them a govern of love by full rights,
tell me about a love a thousand nights.
© 2013 Radek Hasalík
Radek Hasalík
Ghazal for Fateme
