Beside which wandering leaf
Had you left your trace
In memory
That with the first bloom's breath
You'd peek through the alleys of childhood
Sneaking into the garden of our dreams
To awaken the red rose
From its winter slumber
!Hurry
For the wind
Has scattered
A rain of withered poppy petals
Across the pages of memory
And the rainbow
Once streaming from the old courtyard fountain
Onto the blue tiles of the poolside
Now lies beneath the wall
Buried in the soil
Moistening the corner of the eye
With the strange sorrow of longing
!Hurry
For the soul
Is not safe
From the catapult of fate
Even if you have woven
An ancient wall of belief
Around yourself
!Hurry
For the mournful cry of autumn
Relentlessly reveals
The pale face of the purple blossom
!Hurry
Arsalan – Tehran
May 9th, 2022
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