Snowy Justice Poem by Mostafa Sarabzadeh

Snowy Justice



I run out of questions
When from the snow that night
Only a footprint of witness is alive.

And to realize how the time was passed
The empty footprint all
Is again filled by white.

Other colors no longer speak
White had all spoken about everything.../.

By Mostafa Sarabzadeh
Iranian Researcher and Poet

Snowy Justice
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