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...

Aziz Akhlaghi (1928-1990)‎

The End of the Dove…‎ ‎

He loved as he walked,‎

And he flew away,‎

When the roads

Closed on him –‎ ‎

Overnight. ‎

I close my eyes, and ‎

I hear his voice, ‎
I see his smile, ‎

I taste the smell of his wings, ‎

I sense his pride –‎
When I sang or played. ‎

All the time, it feels, ‎

He’s been around, ‎

He’s been alive.‎

‎ ‎
Yet, for nine years and ten, ‎
It seems, he's never aged.‎..‎

Photo: © Rob Palmer. Digital modification for P.R. by P.A.