Do not fight to prove
you are better, do it to...
All the languages belong to the same arbour
the two outlet bugles...
There is a desert between our lips
that could not be watered...
Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...
The fruit to die for:
The apple of neighbour’s bough...
Love brings every side of wounds together
and sew through them with pang...
I love and you leave
Then...
I was ready to share
all my soul with you...
A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...
What we are born in them as identities
are never as shameful as...
Darkness like mirrors
echoes all our intentions...
I am he who built the Persepolis,
Babylon, the wall of china...