Sweet Lie Bitter Truth

Sweet Lie Bitter Truth (The goal is to edit this poetry professionally, this poem is for architecture portfolio, some sentences are not strong enough I would like you to build up the paper, also one part it is mentioned,”oh Iran, your soil is the wellspring of the arts Far from you may the thoughts of evil be”, this is a part from national anthem of Iran. Also green bangles represents the disagreement to the current regime. The first stanza needs more work, also “Learned from yesterday’s mistakes, dreaming today, desire for a better tomorrow, no more time to borrow”. and any other part that lacks the communicating a message. Sweet Lie Bitter Truth May you always find your dream God guide you find it May the battlefield be empty and your heart full May in your dreams peace and love be first Enmity last May life be your friend And it never avast and May struggle be always an enemy to you. Father said the ocean will get dry one day, you will feel hollow Today I have a dream but still standing in the darkness alone, with nothing to swallow Waking up in the morning with screams, stuck in the same dreams, telling myself the rainbows are real while they last, Do we not live in dreams? Full of desire but never forgot the peace inside What can we believe in now? With no hope to follow Every second by feeling the darkness I wasted a second of brightness Learned from yesterday’s mistakes, dreaming today, desire for a better tomorrow, no more time to borrow. Lets go through the joy without feeling the pain, Lets go through the sun without feeling the rain Halloween melody starts, oh Iran, your soil is the wellspring of the arts Far from you may the thoughts of evil be Lets change the evil costume to an angel By keeping the green bangle Opened my eyes saw the evil war, The hollowness of the world, lets change it Today as an architect I will design the world For one minute let?s stay away from the cold Lets make our dreams into reality turning a useless sheet of paper into gold But how should I start when my pen has been lost in the war? May you never dream, steal, or lose But if you must dream, dream in the reality. If you must steal, steal hopes. If you must lose, lose war.

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