The Hour Glass
By Pooneh Nedai,
Editor in chief of Shokaran magazine – Iran
Just a little spark
In the neighbor galaxy
It was me
Who lost my way to the milky way
And found my wings on the earth
Dusty, bloody and thorn
I am not aware of the location
This body takes the weight of an unknown soul
This body is not the body
It is the abstract of two wings
Prisoned in the hour glass
Please let me know
When you hit it to the ground?
Because I am the prisoner of time
But free of wings or any title.