Dampness seeped into your voice
even though we fell behind
by an hour
and we did not need miniatures
to explain the history
because I can see the dynasty
dissolving, it is blowing away
the scent of ink shading the future
as the current sweeps us
under the carpet
so we stare into the sky
desperately seeking
the moon.
by Manzar Samii
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| Moon © Jennifer Phillips |
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