‘ nothing can save you!
but money
and political influence.'
she said.
i grinned
at my superficial assumptions,
human conditions and
the possibilities of
being ignorant
i knocked at
the mirror of forest
entered while god
was still slumbering
tranquilly,
a baby was playing
with time
while the big boys crumpling
the perspectives of sparrows,
everyone was escaping from freedom,
i was about to meet.
Fraidoon warasta
1 november 2021
limburg
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