Lady—
voice of freedom,
hidden song of dawn.
Each morning
the empty lines of my thoughts
fill
with the memory of you.
Lady,
tell me—
from what silent dream
did your melody escape?
Was it the rain
falling leaf by leaf
through the forest
that carried your song?
Night listened,
the branches sang together,
and even darkness
stepped aside.
Lady,
mysterious gazelle,
whisper again—
so the hidden word
may run
across the white page.
Lady,
whisper again
your love,
your song,
your freedom.
Arsalan- Wiesbaden
11 March 2026
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