My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...
Why must we always
put on an act in order...
That tree isn't lonely
because sun rays upon it...
All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...
Behind the curtains
of death distance and desire...
Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...
To: Ahmad Shamloo
I wonder...
Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...
In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...
Jazz serenades still
there under the window of...
I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...
She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...