رهگذر شعر چیست / چند کلمه در باد

Thanks MPD

Intersection

A segment of time,
a moment of dream,
as long as a midday’s nap,
breath of a deer in Winter,
which vaporizes
in caressing of the snow,
eyes in the eyes of the hunter

A moment,
a segment of time,
an unsteady silence,
turns its head and continues on its way

Intersection of the roads is not the destination

Intersection of the roads suspends time,
like a tear on my cheek,
offer of heat in Winter,
a trap for mountain air,
echo, mocking a cry!

And, bandits of the heart go on their way,
leaving behind the intersection

Translation by MPD

Original poem by Orang

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Do it Orang jon

I'm sure you will love that movie. Strangely it has a connection with your poem, too.

Bon film :)

thanks souri jan

Happy you liked it. I didn't watch movie you mentioned. I'll try to find it somewhere over the the web.

Ghorbanat

Orang

Beautiful!

Very nice poem, I liked it so much.

This reminded me of a very good old movie with Richard Geer and Sharon Ston : Intersection (1994)

Have you watched it?