I have grown weary of incessant discussions about the future.
I feel exhausted from endeavouring to be virtuous, good, and independent—like a ray of light penetrating darkness.
I am fatigued from lying on my modest bed, contemplating the days ahead, or standing beneath the moon, its bright face reflected in my eyes, as I reiterate my hopes.
Nevertheless, I never grow tired of dedicating my heart to the joyful laughter of spring, the vivid scent of autumn leaves, and the lush grass at my ankles—where I watch my beloved dog run in moments of innocence.
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2026 08:58
- Category: Reflection
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A beautiful picture painted in this nostalgic poem that itself becomes metaphor. Nicely done
Thank you very much.
You are most welcome
Defines your actual existence perfectly. For me this is poetry.
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