✦ Minimalist Poetic Re-Creation in English

You called
my name—
silently,
beloved.

A leaf
danced in the wind.
A cloud
smiled in secret.
Rainbeat
threaded drops
into the hush of the house.

A tender shoot,
fearless,
broke from the naked spring.
The geranium flared
behind the bars.
Wild roses
slipped along
the garden wall.

Your voice:
the dawn of forests,
clear as water.
It enters my dreams,
plants
the breath of mountains
deep within my chest.

Your voice:
a miracle.
It lays
the thirst of blossoming
into my heart,
and the horizon
is brushed
with the blush of morning.

Whisper.
Call me,
beloved.

So the soul
may rise
against the sullen days.

So balm
may fall on ancient wounds.
So the demon of fear
may flee
these weary walls.

Give my silence
a song—
resonant, full—
and sing me
once again,
beloved.

Arslan, Wiesbaden
19 August 2025

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