Your Doves

They flutter their wings with their small beaks they tap on your closed window they turn their heads left and right they look for you from behind your closed window, your familiar doves; like my bewildered breaths far from you...

Machine translation from the Persian

Original Persian

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Wheat Field

بال بال می زنند با نوک های کوچکشان بر پنجره ی بسته ی تو می کوبند سر می جنبانند به چپ و راست دنبالت می گردند از پشت پنجره ی بسته ی تو ، کبوتر های مأنوس ات ؛ انگار نفس های سرگشته ی من دور از تو ...
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