Fountainhead

If I wanted to quench my thirst from the first pond, the tenth one or the thirtieth one, I would have never made my way to the pure fountainhead, If I wanted to believe the charm of river and the beautiful scenes of mountains and valleys I would have never realize where I belong, My friend, in the darkest nights may love remain, in the lonely moments of life may it remain, in those lands that no god walked may love remain and at the depth of your being may it remain. in the forest of demons, passing the world of spirits, in pain or pleasure may love remain, In the heart of those, who know the language of silence, may it remain. Yazdan \ Friend