By Kian Zehtabian
My dedication to my dear mother who raised me as a strong leaf under hurricanes crushing her.
One night I sensed a void In the box I carry in my chest From January till December And from season of all being reborn Till the time nature builds a castle of frost. I used to sense a harmony Of young caged birds singing hope To fly once again in skies Before their wings forever unifies with ground. Thus I pierced my hand in my chest Whilst only fog covering the realm inside And blankness seemed to fill the void And endless lands touching my naked hand Unseen in fog like snakes cloaked there Surviving glance of hawks Grasped I the note left there by you. “I do not reside here anymore” your lines dropped there, an epiphany to me of all our sharing moments once upon a time in this mirage in my deserted mind. Now void was not in my heart But enfolded me all.
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