bairro alto*
as it is
i know it
looks shy
but warm and receptive
winter, provides glowing vibes
warming my breath and frozen feet
then they begin to itch
my frozen feet
irritate me irrationally
summer, offers us
shades and cooled terrace
scent of its coffee
floats across
the lines of my unwritten poems
the floor
resonates the chirp of spruce forest
i get excited when the knots of the floor
staring at me indifferently
walls decorated by audible blankness
still holding the mysteries of this town
cinnamon sweet smile of one of its baristas
soothing my disturbed solitude
it's where i slip and slide into sanity
not to annoying others
as it is
i know it
fraidoon warasta
10 september 2020
limburg
• a café in nijmegen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem