Dar Moavi: The Castle Street
It's the same windy road that I walked yesterday and the day before and the day before all the days...It's cold it's hollow like a dive in shallow waters. Did you see dear Moavi, what I did there...I tried to add poetry to it. It really feels like poetry had left me long ago, I just keep trying to hold to her and in that persistence, in that abode of the falling leaves, I hope I'll reunite with her in autumn again. I wonder where you have brought me today...yes it's cold and it's a long, narrow, and winding road and yes indeed we are in the downtown alley of castle street. It's not easy to find this particular street neither everyone can find it either but I did. I may fail in mystical myriad ways and things, I may complain about the exhausting days and nights yet I found the castle street and I'll be forever proud of it. Midway the stop where the last bus left and midway to the stop where the first bus is yet to arrive...A silent deviation with a note...