Blue
Blue multiplied by blue, till eternity blue
Do you hear the explosion of empty into empty?
When words do not say but cry
When I ask a bird passing in flight
Why has the air stopped breathing and why do I feel so vacant?
There is the scent of the color white and a slice of orange sun floating in the room
Can the tulips on the table wake from their spring dream
by the sound of my footsteps entering the room?
Can they forget or remember?
I have been silent for too long
I now have to change the sounds of the alphabets in my name
Store away my old memories, rearrange them in their new container, like precious unused objects
The wind blows through the half-ajar window of here and now
The wind is so unkind to take away the rose petals I had stuck to my nails
The wind is so unkind to mess up my hair
Blue multiplied by blue, till eternity blue
Do you hear the explosion of empty into empty?
— Mahvash Mossaed
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