A Strange Crop

Reza Rashidi 

There is a stranger, a new arrival

Haven’t seen her or felt her before,

Looking unusual, but attractive,

Something appealing, charming, enigmatic.

Seeing myself as a butterfly

Flying through the sky by pushing the air

Taking Newton's law of equal and opposite reactions
Applying that, performing the voyage.

Getting to a farm, standing on plants 

Tasting the crops with my feet

Feeling the ground by tasting its repercussions
Pertaining for investigating my existence.

Remigrating to you, to love, to amour                                                          

To our story, to our legend,

Smelling that strange aroma,

Desiring of jumping into an ocean.

Shivering, shaking, but laughing

Puzzling my lightness, through this feeling,

Seeing myself as an absolute strange person,

Although loving her more than ever.

Living in my moments and twinkling

In love, in love, and in love with him forever.

Durable, endlessly, and immortality

A strange crop is growing over there.