In spring,
The sky is salty,
The sun is tangerine and
The earth is Nutella.
Though the other seasons
Sometimes meet you
The scent of your generosity
Never betrays.
Green leaves become pale
When the breeze tells them
That you want to leave,
Though the hope of your return
Keeps them on frail branches.
My dear Bahareh,
Changes in the seasons
Will never affect you,
As the colorful strings of your hair
Embrace day and night.
No need to immortalize you
In my lines, since you are
Immortalized in my heart already
As well in all those hearts that
Beat for your breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just edited your 4 poems sent to Fabrizio. Really impressed especially " Anonymous" . This one is quite delightful too.