Nasrin Bastani

As you walk along the street, slow your steps.
Neither the roads are bound for arrival,
Nor will your strides ever be measured.
Let the seconds of life beat softly.
Let the tiny blossoms,
Pushing their fragile faces through cracks in the pavement,
Be seen.
Listen to the sound of raindrops,
Throwing themselves against the windows with their very essence.
And smile at the dance of the poplars’ tresses,
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