Moment

Monday, 15 February 2010

Door to door, in the alley, in the market, in my city

The scent of a friend on dry lips

The bitter taste of friendship, of love, in the dust of the day

No story steps on my lips.

The verses of despair resonate everywhere.

Death wanders in the red desert.

Another season of sadness and loneliness.

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In dust and smoke of a childhood gone by, I remain

Not in my hands is a leaf written with red love.

Not in my hand is the abundance of a happy day.

I will go to the far reaches of infinity.

Until you appear there, my friend.

Damon

To Mostafa Sodeiriee

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