the dead of winter
warmth in the Sunshine Café
earl gray tea and cake
my laptop is on
Iran on BBC world
riots, blood, fire
at the stroke of key
my eyelids open to green
hue of uprising
scent of roasted beans
my people’s anger, my peace
my guilt being so free
taste of tears and tea
my body here, my heart there
my mind in-between
the music changes
I smile at a couple
the hope of return
© Azadeh Azad, 2010
