Birth

Naked came the water and passed through the cracks in the seams of the earth's fur coat to the naked body of the land. Naked was the water with all the colors of the sun of the month of Mehr that had their roots in its deep brightness. What will you do, salt flats? What will you do, hard granite stones? The vineyard is filled with the gleam of the agate of juicy clusters ... 2/6/1381

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The Key

برهنه آمد آب و از شکافِ درزهای پوستین خاک عبور کرد تا تن برهنهء زمین. برهنه بود آب با تمام رنگ های آفتابِ ماهِ مهر که در میان روشنی ژرفِ او ریشه داشتند. چه می کنید شوره زارها؟ چه می کنید سنگ های سختِ خاره؟ تاکزار پُر شده ست از درخشش عقیق خوشه های آبدار ... 2/6/1381

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