The Death of Flowers (Zaval Gol)
From a recent #peace event
I was witness to the sorrow
in the season of wilting flowers
I saw the death of the narcissus
followed by that of the hyacinthI saw the death of the poppy
at the foothills of the mountain
I saw how bloodstained it was
lamenting for the rainIn the villages today
there is mourning for the flowers
throughout the fields
in the darkness of nightSo where is the enchanted dawn?
Loneliness and silence
in hues of black
spread forgetfulnessOh friend, come, it's late
take my hand in yours
so that once again, together
the flowers in the baskets,
with the gift of our hands,
will be planted in the villagesSpring's flowers,
the winter's grief
has covered up this desert
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