?Do you still remember
You spoke of the tenderness of a smile
that blossomed in the hidden hues
of a crimson rose
?Do you still remember
You wrote of the thrill of a voice
nestled within the crystal song
of the rain
?Do you still remember
You sang of the ecstasy of a feeling
woven through the hidden lines
of a poem’s embrace
But this time
you erupted with the fury of a volcano
tearing through the chest
leading a caravan
that had cast away its life
seeking to etch a different destiny
upon the furrowed brow of the earth
You wept for the storm of treachery
its wounds carved deep into the forest’s body
in a time when insolent weeds
grew wild upon the broken branches
of the poplar
It speaks of the unequal clash
of dagger against belief
of the thousand wounds that seared
and screamed across the blood-streaked years
of this land
It speaks of pain
within the high walls of solitude
unquestionably
it too will remain
while the cypress still sings its song
Arsalan - Tehran
02/15/1403
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