Green disappeared long time ago;
Collectively stuck in a loop of paradoxes;
Dying many times to live; longing to become soil again;
I separate, I burn, I drown, I surrender, again.
Where hope is a trap.
I become green, I become mere black, I become river, I become salty, I become blind
A mix of admiration cherishing sorrow and how Persian language influenced the construct of a sentence.
Growing up beside constant encounter of spikey curves of earth;
Now facing the avoidant of that humbling experience.
Dislocating and fighting back the connection while witnessing destruction far from the comfort of the support system.
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