to the birds
let’s fly through this city,
before ending my trip and then let myself go. Part of me will continue travelling. It will carry the shimmering lights off the golden seas and the scent of the orange blossoms in the spring and it will thread stories and people along the way. And and maybe next time we meet I shall be able to overcome my sense of bewilderment quickly in time to say hello.
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و ازین وادی گریزان بوده است
you need to close them
on and on and on
things were different those days..
screams the man chasing the birds..
as if she were trying to protect them, being able to hold fewer things every step, and in a moment’s notice decided to let go of one more thing and with a loving expression waved goodbye. Watching her disappear into the night with her long steps, I lost many words and the image of walking into oblivion hunted me forever.