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…
you say a lot, see a lot, sense a lot, smell a lot, wish a lot, and help a lot.
Written by Mostafa Sarabzadeh
Thirst of Mirage
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