I flowed upon the earth
That, with the clarity of thousands of springs
Quenched the thirsting rage of the clouds
With the ceaseless drops of rain
I poured upon a plain
Where the melancholy hum of a gypsy girl
Would lull the might of a river
To sleep
I embraced the longing for freedom
Upon the wild mane of a mountain
Where the naked sunrise
Would stir a heart
Restless upon its broad shoulders
I witnessed the ecstasy of a red rose
In the passion of a blossom
Which with the daze of a glance
Would tear down the wall of solitude
The sky still
Counts its stars
The cloud
Gives its pleated skirts
To the dance of the wind
The fiery thirst of the poppy
Sips the dew
From its lips
And the quiet alley
Never
Forgot your departure
Arsalan, Tehran
17/01/2024 (Persian Calendar: 27/10/1402)
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