Move

Sky has rained till morn.

Shawl of snow round its neck ,

Tehran trembles

            hands in pocket.

At times it dozes off

to dreams of Khorramshahr summer.

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In the snow on the ledge

there's the trace of a paw -

My God , what do I see :

a cat with its blond kitten

has moved from the ledge

of a neighbor's roof

into the private hideout of the greenhouse!

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