It was Foggy

by: Bahar hoseini

translator: Kawa qadimi

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It was Foggy,
every place
would kill an ending and
would created starting
,I reached to a sea…
full of sank light,
and fluttering,
then I terned back to my path,
this time,
ending was starting and
starting was ending…
what an incapable life…
when both of your ways are foggy…