A Day In The Life Of Dust - Poem by Shiva Shakoori
Light rays passing through a bedroom's window.
The wave of Chopin music surrounded the room.
Aroma of cinnamon and saffron, filled the air
I can't see clearly the picture of my grand mother's smile
I glided my finger on the glassy frame
A cloud of fine touched my skin
I looked at to the soft and transparent dot.
It was delicate and light.
I don't know where it is coming from
Maybe came from a soaring bird in the air, or a gliding snail in the soil.
I imagine, if it could remember the journey, how many stories had in heart.
These unlimited sprinkles moving around, before beginning the life
Falling and passing through the hole and walls like as sound.
I blew the dot and wiped the picture up.
My grandmother smiled at me.
I made a cup of tea and then sat near the window seal.
A tiny scattered was floating in the broken beam.
I stared to the thin steam was rising of my tea.
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