floating boats
not taking even a sigh
the longest journey
before icarus,
getting on the flight
even the sun
didn't know it
under this ever scattering sky
with its white-grey floating boats
everything unfolds its presence
plum blossoms
are about to burst into curves and colours
belong already to yesterday
what else matters
when there is no tomorrow
fraidoon warasta
26 march 2021
Limburg
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