The trees of the forest
Sing songs
The daughter of the wind
Has come
As a guest
We spoke of the rain so much
That winter
Became pregnant with the spring
The cloud wanted to rain
But feared
Waking the trees from their sleep
It tiptoed past them
In the evenings
The sun
Washes its sweaty body
In the sea
So that it may rise
With purity at dawn
The wild river
Finally found calm
Perhaps
It’s thinking more deeply now
In the distance
The sea
Seems to be
Overflowing the sky
So its azure color
Stays untouched
Arsalan – Wiesbaden
2015-02-13
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