Because it was wartime
and I needed lovemaking
to taste a bit of peace.
Because I was over thirty
and I needed blooming
before becoming droopy.
Because divorce is a word
for men and women
not for mothers and children.
Because you can never say:
my ex-mother
even when you attend my funeral.
And nothing, nothing in this world
can separate a mother from her child
neither hate nor death.
And you hate me
because I brought you into existence
only for my fear of loneliness
And you'll never forgive me
until the day you bring a child into existence
Unable to bear the burning ashes of your dreams.
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مبهوت یک شکست
مغلوب یک اتفاق
مصلوب یک عشق
مفعول یک تاوان
.
.
خرده هایش را باد دارد میبرد
و
او فقط خاطراتش را محکم بغل گرفته
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