His arm flows in the air
Robbing the bow on the strings
Mesmerizing the memory of the audience
And generations to come
Healing, healing, healing the scars he exposed
To me when our bodies were entangled
Like two gold fish in a tank on New Year’s table
On the long dark Nowrooz Eve
Flying, flying, flying my soul free of my past
Like a feather in the evening breeze
To kiss him on his lips and the smile
That says, “All is fine. All will be better.”
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