Submission by Negar Gorji

[Negar Gorji]

dear all, 

this is my unpublished poem. plz use my previous bio.

cheers.

"To My Dear Bahareh*"

In springs,

The sky is salty,

The sun is tangerine and

The earth is Nutella.

 

Though the other seasons

Sometimes meet you

The scent of your generosity

Never leaves the noses.

 

Green leaves become pale

When the breeze tells them

That you want to leave them.

Though the hope of your return,

Keeps them on the frail branches.

 

My dear Bahareh,

The change of seasons also,

Will never affect you,

As the colorful strings of your hair

Embrace day and night.

 

No need to immortalize you

In my lines, since you are

Immortalized in my heart

And all those whose hearts

Beat for your breath.

*In Farsi, Bahareh means spring.