snowing in kabul

it’s a pretty day in kabul. it’s snowing, and looking over the vast clean-ness of it, you would not imagine one hundredth of the problems that this beautiful country is mired in.
walking, the snow makes a faint, crunching sound under shoes. it is a sound i have known forever -it is the sound of home and winter, just as much as the pungent smell of Landi cooking is the smell of home and winter.
Check flickr for pictures I took of the snow, and have a lovely day.

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این هم از فروغ

پشت شیشه برف می بارد
پشت شیشه برف می بارد
در سکوت سینه ام دستی
دانهء اندوه می کارد

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~ by safrang on January 5, 2008.