Nazanin Zare's Reviews > Selected Poems

The first book of winter❄️
3.5
A Cloud Shadow
“A breeze discovered my open book
And began to flutter the leaves to look
For a poem there used to be on Spring.
I tried to tell her “There’s no such thing!”

For whom would a poem on Spring be by?
The breeze disdained to make reply;
And a cloud shadow crossed her face
For fear I would make her miss the place.”