!!!Aware soul of life

                         . Life is to smile, not to breathe 

!To smile at the truth of mirrors 

Life is more beautiful than happiness. Your today is  the  portraitist of your tomorrow.  Now look at your today, how do you

?portray your tomorrow 

Love life; since it gives you opportunity to be overfilled with joy  .

and the happiness of  watching the stars which are shining over

.your head

Love life, since it gives you opportunity to watch the exhilarating

.smile of the buds on the branches 

  Life is not a word; it's an aware  soul that s breathing upon your heart and asking you to look again at what you saw before and

!ignored 

Those flowers which perfume the others life, never are deprived of

.their own scent

!Nothing like kindness makes the life warm and sweet

sWhen one recognized the life, he will know all the advantages

.and values  

Success magazine                                                    By: Glorya 

Snow

-The city- basking in the golden color of sunset

                                         was falling asleep again                                                             

                                  From everywhere the sky was full of scurrying clouds

                                        Storming to the city from the peak of the mount

                                            - The snow and -cold wind

                                                Picking up again by the wind's paw

- The orange and yellow leaves 

                                         Clouds joining together by the wind's help

                                           Closed all the windows

Together hastily

                                           They covered the city 

                                                                             The city brimming with color    

                                               Some seconds being spent in silence

                                                             ! In hesitation

 ,Early in the morning when the city awoke from a calm sleep                                   

                                                     ,  There was no sign of color

All over a gleam of hope

                                                       All over was exquisiteness

                            !   All over was the white color                         

Poet:Hassan Asgari

Translator: Glorya