Fog Or Steam? Poem by shima shahsavaran ahmadi

Fog or steam? A halo of ambiguty
Is this a towle or a sea wead on your shoulders?
This shapeless is not made of sand
This is my body empty of yur arms
Touch the mirror bathroom
This is your image. There is sea behind you
Yuor feet have gone down in the sand
The breeze makes you carry away
You are standing on the rock. & the waves raise & claw
Which wave does want to stretch this towle from your shoulders?
They pull up you from behind
Your hairs are hundreds of wandering birds
The anxiety of those two un fish
I sit in this bathroom, & sand is showering from the shower
Your sound echoes in each shall
The shore hasn't forgotten you
I claw on the mirror of bathroom.
Your hair is on the sea form of the waves that side
There is a towle free in the wind far away
Nearer there is your quite dead body
Amir Hossein Nik Zad