An Atlas of Memories, Recount, Recount

Oh, Atlas of Memories, recount, recount
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of the flight of spring birds.

Recount of a flower's wonder blooming within stone.
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of a candle's growth within the palace of the heart.

Recount of the moon's glow in the depths of nights.
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of the tendrils of the mind entwining around the cylinder of thoughts.

Recount of the hidden essence within the depths of nights.
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of the gaze of the beloved across the passage of time.

Recount of the scent of jasmine in the solitude of the heart.
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of the sprouting of buds in the field of the heart.

Recount of the flow of light through a prism of love.
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of the greeting of the sun at every dawn.

Recount of the soul's flight in the radiance of light.
Oh, Atlas of Memories,
Recount, recount of the shimmering need for a time of secrets and needs.

Recount of a covenant of prayer.
Rose petals of Rosa damascena (Mohammadi Rohttps://sharifsearch.ir/fa/cached/463267c2-2446-4fed-90be-9afe6e0692bc/se)