16
A bright branch
of poplar
in the depth of night—
whispers
the scent
of release
17
In the unseen dark,
a firefly
yawned—
and a thousand heads
turned
toward the light
no one
asked its name
18
Morning
arrived—
but late,
for a gaze
that had already
closed
19
The window was open—
yet the day
had lost
its way
20
I whispered
your name—
night
remained awake
until dawn
waiting
✍️ Arsalan — Wiesbaden
April 10, 2026 🌿
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