The Drops of Crystal

Nikoo S Khansari

The horizon has left the earth with no guard,
The glossy ice has fallen on the ground.

Fluffy snowflakes are dancing to the earth,
The space is filled by their mystical sense.

Here, the boundless frozen ocean, resting
There, a liberated piece of iceberg, sailing
At the shore,
An old canoe, in a dream of a passenger, waiting
A boy is prancing toward the boat,
His face shined by his joyful glow.

As the horizon has faded away,
The earth and sky bounded together.
Now the land is open to explore,
with no borders to limit the soul.

Nikoo S Khansari

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