Pouran K. Akhlaghi (1944-1990)‎

The Night of the Ends…‎

She shone all her life,

Protecting me,

And she gave away

Her last glimmer,

Saving me…‎

She followed him,

On that night of the ends — ‎

The end of

‎            The flight of the dove,

The end of
‎            The song of the star…‎

Left behind
You could find
A mirage,
An echo,
And the mirage of an echo...

It's all for you...