I can’t recall
?Did I dream a dream
Or did I hear a tale
?Before dawn
It seemed as if the sky
Was revolving around a wandering asteroid
The moon’s glimmer
Dripped from your wet hair
Onto the ground, and
The twinkling reflection of stars
Could be seen on the pavement
Maybe it was raining
A drop from the misty face of the mirror
Slid down
Your eyes
Struggled with the falling clarity
That slipped over the warmth of your cheek, and
Imagination
Drew a pattern of an old swing
That was still
Dancing in the air, hanging from the courtyard tree
Maybe it was raining
The alley was adorned
With a sea-colored carpet
Swallows’ flights
Welcomed by geraniums and violets
They had broken the city’s forbidden borders
With a colorful wink, and
It seemed as if
They had given up on life
Maybe it was raining
The earth
Had revived the sleeping song of the lark
In the form of poppy flames
The wind had stolen
The cold, dark color
From the arch of the house
But still, in the garden’s memory
A sunset remained
That turned autumn-colored
And settled a lump in the throat
I wish it had rained
And a passerby had been seen on the road
Arsalan-Tehran
(5th of July 2023)
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