My Dangerous Memory
My Dangerous Memory
Oh, great
Whenever I dream of birds
The cages fly above my head
And I will need all my lifetime to know which cage belongs to my dream
And then whenever I try to remember my childhood
A bomb falls from my memory and crashes into my reality
……….
"What a lovely sunny morning,"
I told the girl
She was jogging in the forest
and said, She smiled at me
A soldier's helmet is falling from your memory again.""
Don't worry. I have so many of them,” I told her"
Everything will be good
I say to myself
And I keep jogging from exile to exile
As my friends keep running from the battlefield of one war to another
And returning as pictures with black frames.
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