I should have thanked her
Though I don’t know her eyes
The blood flowing in my veins
Shares the same marrow of her
Can be he,she and he
I slept at road ,I remember
In my blood and flesh as pillow
That very moment a divine comedy
I felt human as human
Water as Water ,
Each time starting a poem
Without touching its borders
All time it touches like a ritual
Broken lines convincing me today
One more thanks to masked faces.
Came all the way as angel
Whenever I see those marks in righthand
I never want them to fade
As a token of souvenir in my skin
With unsaid thanks in my heart
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