Hair Poem by Mina Lotfi

She brought her wheelchair,
Daughter of silence alley
Yard was full of green words
She has something to say
I was alone between people
Eating my being
Suddenly my eyes,
Gone to that white line in sky
Over there on that green branches
Singing a bird
It was my turn
Called me kind eyes
Silence broken
I read whose hair gone on the wind
My feeling lost here
In this bird
In that white line
Here feeling divided
And my share is last word,
Between all these lines