The director Poem by ALI ABDOLLAHI
The director
The settings are removed
Puppeteers are gone
The instrument dreams of another companion
Puppets are asleep
and the silence
is sitting on the seats
With your head on the knee
a moment later
the rain will carry you
away!
Translated from Persian by Alireza Behnam
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