Micro-Pieces Of The Heart Drive

by Soodabeh Saeidnia

Humankind, our kindred
Humanity, common language
Humane, our dialect
Humanitarian, our deed
Humanism, our thinking
Are we human?

Sky falls
Stars drip 
Under the glass 
In your hand
I'm not sure
Those stars
Would land

Every midnight
A phantom kiss
Sews the dark lips
Of the town
A long, silent kiss
Till dawn

In the government 
Your lifestyle
Can you please
A ministration 

Look at the moth
How recklessly 
Dances around
The candlelit
Can't help it
Nor fear of death

Stretch your desire
As much as U want
But you can't reach
To my expanded heart
As these two 
Are parallel lines
No confluence

Micro-Pieces Of The Heart Drive by Soodabeh Saeidnia

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