Thursday, September 02, 2010

Baran

So Rahmat, whom I think I love
I could never speak
but give you everything.

I will stay here
in the dry valley
eating unleavened bread.

You will need my gifts
to flee
out of the mountains,

even emptier there
under the wind shadow.
I want sleep, hideout for the empty heart.

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