Stars streaking clover skies
wet flakes in winter white
sulphur gauze sweeps
across cobalt east
river a mirror of crimson
brushed with leaves
roses on Isfahan's old bridge
silk and doves, turquoise
mosque, wild moss
bees swarm around
white orchid moon
where my Grandfather's
pistachio trees bloom
Shireen Bakhtiar
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