A Calm Storm

The blog of Sholeh Samadani Munion


in knots
the strings are slipping round
we passed by the dreaming trees
and the childhood things.

stepping down from palaces
in daylight the world is harsher
the words we say are the way it is
we’re in denial without basic sentences.

we waited by the sideline seats
ghosts of the irony
waited there, haunting me
we’re in silent motion here.


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