by Nazanin Mirsadeghi
Outside my window
everything is green
the maple trees show off their leaves
a robin chirps, and the sun
-this shameless tease-
dances on the ceiling of this room:
my cell of too many nights and days
outside my window
weightless and bright
happiness floats in the morning air
serenity soaks in the mist of light
and the world
keeps marching on
if I only had the robin’s wings!
Previously published in a collection titled Garden in a Seed
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