when words are exhausted — Moniro Ravanipour

Go you said

I don’t want you to waste away in my arms

There should remain something for the poems and the tales you said

It’s not worth it

Wasting away in the arms of a man like me

You meant to say

Wasting away of a human is not a tragedy

But

when words are exhausted

And no fireflies illuminate your mind

And no dragonflies hang off the corner of your eyes

That is the beginning of dying

You said

You are from the desert

You are made of salt

If only it drizzles a little

It has rained

But the desert girl

Sprouts with the thought of rain

Rain will dampen the cracked lips of the desert

What good are lips without cracks?

Go you said

Go

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