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Api
Neda Kazemifar
for Mamai,
who taught me patience.
in the roots,
in the branches,
in the leaves.
But they received less although you tried to increase.
And they left like the autumn evening breeze.
Oh, child, do you even wonder
why you begin to comb your hair
when this voice you
start to hear?
Time seemed to pass, and you were trying to give
them what you did not have and I was with you in the
clouds, in the rain, in the fog, but you did not see me.
Although you were
searching for a familiar
face everywhere.
So, to reach beyond and know the unknown,
you dreamed of growing up again.
But then you simply grew old and your hair
turned white, like the snowy winter night.
Oh, my girl, do you even wonder
It is because you
need to flow.
Is it not the time to sing
your old song again?