Barf Poem by Ghazal Ebrahimzade

The whole hills of high mountain is covered with pure whiteness, very shining gazing the eyes…
It is BARF.
Pearl like, dandelions, I mean, cunning coming, cunning coming …dance and sing with the wave of whizzing band.
It is BARF.
the land so far, remote and inaccessible, mountainselegantly stands upright, I can't see exactly
where
pure whiteness carpets softly the zest…full of BARF.
I was there if I exactly remember…
I was sinking in depth…
Walking…
Watching…
Running…
1000 miles around me had been surrounded with
BARF.
Now I'm here, in the land so far, remote and untouched,
I can't see, but I know on the zest…
there is BARF!

BARF means snow in Farsi language.