I see four nurses dressed in white Four half breaths masked in blue Helping who lying in street Someone who about to leave By the last deadline is received .... I see a rare scene in my history Entered by window to take my seat I'v never had a breakfast like this First swallow was taken by high beat Separated chair knocking the door With murmuring ' who is charged with this My hands are again in the first role Since author does not write by his feet .... I see a rare scene in your history An isolated version of your look Owing a black-eyed glance at me Still is floating under lined shock Seems four-seat table all against me With a separated seat walking up to me Who knows what the morning's life like If a frozen mask kisses you rather than me .... I see four hands dressed nothing A broken feeling saying nothing In one of the most coldest time All cavilling the breakfast to do nothing Who knows what the morning's life like If two crossed hugs sense nothing 7 am is the right time to date Our watch has shiver and showing nothing .... I see four nurses dressed in white Stepped in to start an aerial fight Four half breaths masked in blue Begging to exhale by the last shot Who knows what a drug feeling like If not able to make the morning hot Having no time in cleaning the table up Witnesses now shows I was doing right Take care of the three empty chairs And say all you keep grabbing the cup Waiting to see our breakfast released With two cracked cups Whose taste will be ever hot ................... Iranian Poet and Researcher Mostafa Sarabzadeh Photography: Erica Zeitz el Poblenou, Barcelona
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