June 22, 1999
The Iranian
one day we will find our doves again
and kindness will hold beauty's hand.
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one day when the slightest hymn
is a kiss
and each man
is a brother
to each man
one day when they won't close the doors
locks
are myths
and the heart
suffices for living
one day when the meaning of each sound
is to love
lest on your last word, you seek a sound
one day when the rhythm of each word is life
lest I suffer the scouring of a rhyme for my poem
one day when each lip is a melody
so that
the slightest hymn shall be a kiss
one day when you come back forever come back
and kindness becomes beauty
one day when we will cast seeds for our doves...
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I will await that day
even on the day
when I
no longer
am.
Ahmad Shamlu, 1955
