What will you say when the clouds

break

to show you a sun

you’ve been seeking in yourself

What will you say when the better time

finally arrives

cool, collected, a light seeping

through white teeth

What will you say when tired wrists will

weigh heavy

with the bracelets of Kisra

when the life you used to mourn

will become the

coolness

of your eyes

when the secrets of the heart

will dance- collide to make

a heart well lived-

a life well lived.

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