6
Loneliness
was worn—
a tattered garment
still
seeping
pain
through its seams
7
No tears in sight,
no trace of a smile—
only a mask
to keep
from stopping
midway
8
The heart
breaks
in silence—
like a drop
falling
into the endless
dark
9
The day,
exhausted
by the fear of night,
clutched
at the pale
of a petal
10
Darkness
pitched its tent
over the field—
a rain of blossoms
could not
cover
its naked black
11
Night
slipped in
through the window—
and quietly
settled
in the heart
of the house
Arsalan — Wiesbaden
April 10, 2026
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