Snowfall

how i miss the days of snowfalls in tehran ,

cold days of my childhood , when the flakes was coming down , and a mysterious silence filled space ….

how i miss my frozen cotton gloves and my Joyfull solitude playing in the snowcovered yard

and the delight of a slow walk , without a destination in the snow covered streets where few people walk by in a hurry .

and the fear of the time the snowfall is over ….

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