The night train leaves the station
its whistle calling someone's name
I am a moment of burning noon
I send you the letter of divorce.
But it wasn't you alone
the river breeze divorced me first
and you,
the morning paintedin the color of a myna's wing
Yet, the earth in secret ways
keeps open the door of the river's heart.
One day everything comes to an end One day everyone knows everything Still we stretch the walls between us still we enlarge their meaning.
Dalan Jahan
20.10.25
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