...شیشه های رنگي
آوازِ آفتآب گردان ها
🌻🦋🌻🦋🌻
...و یك پروآنه یِ زرد
🦋
مادر بودن؛
و تلالؤِ زرد و
سبزِ
برگ هایِ انگور
....در چشم هایش
🌿☀️🌿🌿🌿

Colored glasses...
The song of sunflowers...
🌻🦋🌻🦋🌻
And a yellow butterfly...
🦋
being a mother;
And the yellow and
green glitter of
grape leaves
In his eyes....
🌿☀️🌿🌿🌿

An obsidian lake lit up by white fire before an army of cypress trees.
That seem as though they marched upon this lake only to company halt at its beauty.
So awe struck by the depth of this void.
They failed to notice they were sinking into the marsh on the lakes brim.
Now stationed here until time consumes them.
Wisps of clouds skate upon the onyx surface until called upon by the sun.
The silence here collides into the chorus songs of the frogs, the birds, and the wind through the trees.
Fireflies, aglow with a cold light, dance with their reflections along the shoreline.
A fish jumps and the ripples approach like waves of black satin.
A crescent moon glides across the celestial sea like an ethereal swan.
In the waters flawless reflection of the heavens one feels trapped between two galaxies.
Just, just leave me here.

Trees swaying,
Leaves rustling,
Buzzards soaring.
Wind’s delicate caressing touch,
Autumn sun’s warming golden rays
Filtering through the trees
Onto the woodland floor.
Peace and silence reigns
In between birds’ angelic song
Of gratitude and praise
Drawing the day to a close.

across late eve skies
volleys of thunder echoed
like far canon fire