آرشیف

When unwanted words
Wounded and unsmooth exit from my lips
Reveal the naked truth

My lips become alive
Whenever I talk to you
Like colored grapes in the summer
Like a kiss of wind on my shoulder

Under the new moon
When the delicate petals sway lightly on my feet
When a happy shout cracks the bell of my conscious mind
A bare dream
A hidden secret
A happy thought
Run across my lips

Shahla Latifi
September 15th, 2018

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