Today I can write
My happiest poem
And I can enjoy birds happy chirps
Seed by seed
Even in this world which is
A Small sad planet
Today every strand of my hair
Is wrapped in a poem And the light
Flashing in my eyes
Brightens my hands
Even in the darkness of
These rushfull days
Today I can recite
My happiest poem filled with trust
Washed with peace and
Covered in love.
But I am asking: what am I in love with
In this world filled with hate, anger and War
Today I am fresh
And the cells in my body multiply One by one
I am alive still and
Till the sun can rise
Poppies bloom in a season of womanhood
Even in the field with this many sad tulips crying
Today my moon-light ridden face
Was polished with the sands of Zayandeh rud
And the algae from Thames river
And I wrote my happiest poem
Even where we are all alone in
This small sad planet of ours
Today with the presence of
The moon and the sun
And with the gazes of roses
I am still in love Even in this
Bitterness of human conflict
In our small sad planet
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dedicated to P. Neruda