• My Dangerous Memory
Oh, great
Whenever I dream of birds
The cages fly above my head
And I will need all my lifetime toknow which cagebelongs to my dream
And then whenever I try to remember my childhood
A bomb falls from my memory and crashes into my reality
……….
"What a lovely sunny morning, "
I told the girl
She was jogging in the forest
She smiled at me and said,
A soldier's helmet is falling from your memory again.""
Don't worry.I have so many of them, " I told her"
Everything will be good
I say to myself
And I keep jogging from exile to exile
As my friends keep running from the battlefield of one war to another
And returning as pictures with black frames.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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