If There Were No Fear for Life
In the spring dream of blossoms
The lark would laugh
So that the unripe desire of the bud
In the green maturity of the leaf
Would sing mystically
And the first taste of cherries
From the nectar of the sun
Would remain satiated
If there were no fear for life
The wandering dragonfly
With the colorful breath of the earth
Would dance
To bring the wild joy of mountain petals
In the intoxicating morning air
To delight
And the mischief of the quail chick
From the captivity of its white skin
Would be freed
If there were no fear for life
The bright face of the sun
In the wet feeling of the river
Would shine
So that a flock of rainbow newborns
From the flowing soul of the water
Would rise
And in the deep blue sky
Would hang the seven-colored ribbon
On the lonely arch of the city
If there were no fear for life and
On the wounded body of the bird
There were no signs of winter's assault
The interpretation of the dragonfly's dream
Perhaps would seem easy
Arsalan-Tehran
03/02/1403
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