It does not shout,
but it speaks through time.
A tower of stone and silence,
holding the rhythm of a city's breath.
Each strike a reminder-
not of endings,
but of passing.
......
My promised Meridian
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
Could you possibly find the name of the City;
The sign marks the beginning of this street
The last sign would be a sculpture on the hills forming my face
Take the letter 'Y' as its name
A thousand miles above the Sea Level
It's archived on the life line of my Palms
......
It does not shout,
but it speaks through time.
A tower of stone and silence,
holding the rhythm of a city's breath.
Each strike a reminder-
not of endings,
but of passing.
......
My promised Meridian
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author
Could you possibly find the name of the City;
The sign marks the beginning of this street
The last sign would be a sculpture on the hills forming my face
Take the letter 'Y' as its name
A thousand miles above the Sea Level
It's archived on the life line of my Palms
......