A tree that sings
its song without fear
Its storm
has not yet appeared
A bird that builds
its nest unaware
Its autumn
is still unseen
But I
filled with storms and autumn
Have no fear in my heart
If that gazelle
bares its heart
through a poem
Arsalan – Tehran
(October 2, 2020)
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