I’ll raise a flag
,made of the strutting lap of dawn
on the endless roof of the loneliness
so that the graceful tress of the wind
will scatter the torange of freedom
...to the gaunt look of the valley
I’ll play a cheer
by the broken instrument
,loving the room’s ledge
Till the ting of the song
leads the flowers
,fleeing from the time’s debris
🍃behold the dance of the poplar’s leaves
🔥 I’ll set a fire
,with the burning sense of your eyes
,among the bareness of my hands
to set the bunch of stars
...inside the empty frame of though
There will be no time to hesitate
while the unfair war
🪞 between the stone and the mirror
,Even if
the doubt in
the trance of your eyes
❣ ...deem the passion of
life unending
️ Arsalan-Tehran
02-06-1400
Translation: Aida Mohammadi
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