In the autumnal dreams of the wind
It never fit
That the humble descent of a leaf
Could disturb the garden's winter slumber
In the burning mind of the flame
It never boiled
That the relentless dance of fire
Could only breathe life
Through the blaze-bare body of a branch
From the eager reflection of the mirror
It was never clear
That the rainy haze of my eyes
Could be seen
Only in the echo of your gaze
Neither am I the wind’s companion
Nor born of fire's lineage
And not even as pure as the mirror
To paint a hue of imagination
In the disbelief of your eyes
Arsalan - Wiesbaden
September 27, 2019
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