Bezmelnitsin's Gallery :: Denis Bezmelnitsin : "Hazān"

Denis Bezmelnitsin

Hazān
خزان
Strange echo strolling in the mist,
With leaves in hands it dallies, and
Drops one by one: red-brown, green...
But none is seen, the mist so dense...
But yet, fell leaves in lake asleep,
And roused from a slumber grey...
Someone is writing on my heart the glyphs,
But who? Do say...

October 2018

خزان - Fall (Farsi)