A Nail in Silk
When
the delicate thread of oblivion
falls across the frame of your days,
and no road leads back to the past,
do not wait
for everything
to be remembered;
rather,
recall a nail
that perhaps,
in some quiet corner
of the wall of memory,
still
remains hidden,
and from it
a thread unwinds—
unknotting,
binding,
weaving the garment of time.
میخ در ابریشم
وقتی
تارِ نازکِ فراموشی
بر قابِ روزهایت کشیده شد
،و راهی به گذشته نیست
منتظر مباش
که همهچیز
به یاد آید؛
بلکه
میخی را به خاطر آور
که شاید
در گوشهای خاموش
از دیوارِ حافظه
هنوز
پنهان مانده باشد
و با خود
—رشتهای برکشد
،گرهگشا
،پیوندزن
.بافندهٔ جامهٔ زمان
سهیل خداپرستی
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
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Comments1
May that nail be shiny and golden with joy. A great write
Thank you for your beautiful wish and generous appreciation.
Most welcome
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