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Special 6 am

A day,

in a quiet place,

with four walls surrounded you,

and a half-broken window,

with many black ants who are marching behind the window,

you probably feel scared and suddenly wake up at 6 am.


I know, It’s early, but you do not know,

it is always going to be late.

Seconds by seconds go further

till you open your eyes,

and say a lot, see a lot, sense a lot, smell a lot, wish a lot, help a lot

with a new feeling of growth and sublimity

which always remind you “you were nothing”, “ you are nothing

“ and “ you will be one day the same nothing”.

A real nothing as human being and our breakfast table,

but full of being as creature 

which will bring you another 6 am,

with an open window

and a white-dressed black ant who invite you a coffee… 


and again, 
you say a lot, see a lot, sense a lot, smell a lot, wish a lot, and help a lot.


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Written by Mostafa Sarabzadeh 
Thirst of Mirage
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