My pets are at their places
Without notice, busy grooming
The sun shines
The lake covered with a lazy fog
Small birds from their lovely nests,
Peeking, singing, embracing one another in couples
The heat casting pressure into the air
Under the reach of my happy wishes
The mid-morning is growing
Through all the wonders of a hushed day
With a passionate feeling, I feel privileged
Unwary and certain
I pray: “Let all be still!”
Shahla Latifi
December 1st, 2017
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Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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