shima shahsavaran ahmadi
Fog Or Steam?
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