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the wind
is the earth's
skipping child
it laughs
at our daughters'
skirts

and life
your
dancing wonder-child
will embrace
the frantic
night

the falling sun
swollen, hanging
like a wound
in its sky
falls
like a fallen army

bald birds
in their skies
shriek
and shriek

the ancient
trees
from their roof tops
wave
a morse code of leaves
in farwell
of the sun

and evening
lies
strewn
across
the silent forests
of a dream

undaunted,
like
broken
twigs
of light
you carry on
replenished
with humble
and eternal
skies

Fred Shahrabani
Montreal, Canada

Related links

* THE IRANIAN Poetry section
* THE IRANIAN WebGuide: Poetry