That Is All Poem by Mahnaz Yousefi

That is all
We feel relax by long oppostion
And againts I'm weary
I'm happy that I'm weary.

The roof is dripping higher these days
-The floor of floor of floor / forbiden area-
The finger which was designing you, is designing
That is all
I’m gonna cease longer at your face
I start the ways into your half-open kisser
And puberty has created
-At the end of end of end of roof-


Detection is exactly big oblivion
We feel relax by the samaller memento
And your lips are my embossed opposition.
opening and closing show world the sides
I think about aloneness in the older sides
About the crowd over the words
The world which is hanging

Ceiling is the pointing / high
Ceiling is the pointing / far
Ceiling is the pointing...
I come closer
That's my face:
Half-face has hachure
No one knows another half

Vanity was 'alive'
And 'alive' were my 'gaits'
And my 'gaits' hade died
-The smalle usurped area by us-
Just this,
Drop
Drop
Leaking
And dropp diviated to no new side

I let you count by rote
By hide and seek
Just this,
We remmeber soon
And a small pause is the esiest event for us.