The Stream Poem by shima shahsavaran ahmadi

The stream stood to water the cloud that snow sat
Drainpipe is the nose of a roof that caught a cold
There are snowmans in the street, step by step
There is no hope to this clan who prays snow
When the dearth of burning-wood comes,
It will turn human burning
A sister with the burning of her brother's heart in her hand
The hand & the lips iced & there is no power in my throat
To shake it to say that there is spring too
Maryam Jafari Azarmani