Requiem Poem by Mousa mohammad nia

Like a requiem from one grave to another grave
I'm a scream
And like a decapitated bird
I fly from this corner to that corner
I neither have zenith of a star
That I lost in crowded of the sky
Nor Creation of the butterfly
That can creep up to my loneliness cocoon
I'm a not told mystery
A perennial pity
That I can live only in your tight breath
I born in your every breath
And with the every silence of you
I turn to a requiem.