Skyscrapers have taken the place
of the beautiful reflections of plane trees.
It is as if, nearly every morning,
the sound of a tree’s breath is silenced,
and it sinks into an eternal sleep.
The city’s grayness
swallows one tree each day.
This is the city’s muted murmur—
a whisper that reaches the ear at every moment
through an uncanny silence,
as trees slowly lose themselves
in their own reflections.
Tehran
is the reflection of plane trees,
sometimes seen in water.
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