12
I held
my own hand—
so I would not fade
inside the black hole
of memory
13
The road
had not even
reached halfway—
yet the feet
refused
to believe
14
Laughter
melted
in my eyes—
and through tears
found a way
to survive
15
When I set my foot
upon the ground—
the dominion of night
collapsed
✍️ Arsalan — Wiesbaden
April 10, 2026 🌿
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