Dar
me
hanged love
Not to calm me down
Not to caress me
but to see
How the world escapes from itself
Every step with him
A piece of me is missing
My name spread in the wind
My face was broken in the mirror
and my faith
It broke away from all the safe things my mind had built
love
He did not promise heaven
Not an easy way
He just took my hands
And he said: Go with me until the end of the pain
carry love
Not a spectator
Except that he himself is a victim
or executioner
Those who said love is peace
They never tightened the rope around the neck of meaning
I learned from silence
That is another lie
And I understood from the pain
that salvation comes late
I became alone
in the crowd
Because the truth always lacks one person
And the one who did not love you
It will never be released
#behnammohtarami#
short story