The Velvet Charm of the Red Rose
Is the passion of crimson
Emerging from the drought of the branch
Drawing its face from the mask of shame
To interpret the dream of blooming
Without fear of the garden’s chaotic nightmare
The White Shape of the Bird
On the indigo canvas of the sky
Is a soaring flight
That sings the song of liberation
Without the doubt of falling
The Caress of the Rain
That lovingly pours
On the body of clover and poppies
Is a springtime intoxication
That opens the gates of dreams
To the magic of sleep
So it may rest for a moment
From the bitterness of life’s fevered pulse
The Flowing Song of the River
Is the laughter of young girls
Dancing across the vast plains
So that the pregnant womb of the earth
May give birth with ease
And release the fragile stem of the wildflower
From the creeping pain of passing through the soil
But the silk of your gaze
Is a heat of unrest
That blossoms in the hands of crimson petals
Seeking a path to the sky
On the wings of a dove
Overflowing with dewdrops
That speak of clear desires
Longing to remain free
In a quiet corner
Arsalan - Tehran
October 5, 2021
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