the wounds are turned towards healing
from the small windows, from the small windows, from the small windows it's hard to see you
but the wounds are turned toward healing
with a skylark in my head, all day, with a skylark in my head, I read distractedly
now, as cold bone flows through my body
now, with my back to the sun god, in a purple jacket, my situation is better
from my small windows, from my small windows, from my small windows it's hard
in an enormous march of passersby, what can be said
in a line of figures, a line inside a line without direction, what can be said
as you don't have any direction, you find yourself hanging from the conditions of a bridge
you find yourself hanging from the architecture of a bridge, it's without any aim, the direction you don't have
it had an effect in me, on me, it's facing the farewell
it had an effect in me, on me, face to face, it's facing the depths
it had an effect in me, a deep, deep intoxication, I'm folded up over myself
this patience stone*, which you remove from this face
showing a thousand thousand kisses which you were seen wearing, became an endless tear
your free blossoms, free, free, in my embrace the seeds of a thousand springs await them
oh... I've become full of this suspension
full of unpleasantness
but the wounds are turned towards healing


Leila Falahi Sarabi

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* a patience stone, according to legend, can be a repository for secrets and hardship, which can explode when filled beyond capacity