Hair of memory
By Mojdeh Nasseri Photographer Name: nophoto.jpg 19 Jun, 2021 . in Literature

behind the darkest clothing



although there will be no sunrise



...



Sometimes you have to laugh



at open cracks



-caused by excessive loneliness-



on the wall of distance



...



Sometimes a little dew 



may be the blooming of the garden



on the wet body of fatigue



in the coldest silent bond



...



Sometimes the string of hope



rotten over time,



close to permanent turns of the road



give the order to stop



for the moment of “being”



in the passion of a lasing love.



 



To become “you”, we can



sometimes visualize “us”



in the most real dream



over the hedge of the accident.



Like a breeze, 



sometimes we have to entrust



ourselves through the hair of memory



...



Sometimes, eyes closed, 



we have to promise the daylight



to starless nights 



 


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