With wide eyes, a burning sigh, and a troubled soul, he stands on the brink of death, lost in pain and sorrow.
With a faint smile, he reminisces about his village—the free spirit of the pigeons, his mother's vitality and kindness, and the half-sunny afternoons under the rain.
He tilts his head towards the sky, igniting a suddenly alive space filled with thousands of birds and laughter.
He sees an alley scented with fresh bread and bathed in the soft glow of a field, wheat, and clouds, and a space of love and friendship lies between a mountain and a turquoise river.
Unable to reach the light, tears of blood swell his eyes, yet, with a bit of warmth, a little love, and a little ray of good days behind, his aching heart opens a window to the sun's warmth.
Shahla Latifi
August 2025
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Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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A poem replete with images of metaphoric brilliance
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A wonderful write and very enjoyable read, lovely imagery and meaning, nicely done
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