Mostafa Sarabzadeh
Isolated breakfast


I see four nurses dressed in white,
four half breaths masked in blue,
helping who lying in street
someone who about to leave
by the last deadline is received.

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I see a rare scene in my history
entered by window to take my seat.
I'v never had a breakfast like this,
first swallow was taken by high beat.
Separated chair knocking the door
with murmuring ' who is charged with this ‘?
My hands are again in the first role
since author does not write by his feet.

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I see a rare scene in your history
an isolated version of your look,
owing a black-eyed glance at me
still is floating under lined shock.
Seems four-seat table all against me
with a separated seat walking up to me
who knows what the morning's life like
if a frozen mask kisses you rather than me.

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I see four hands dressed nothing,
a broken feeling saying nothing,
in one of the most coldest times
all caviling the breakfast to do nothing.
Who knows what the morning's life like
if two crossed hugs sense nothing.
7 am is the right time to date
our watch has shiver and showing nothing.

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I see four nurses dressed in white,
stepped in to start an aerial fight.
Four half breaths masked in blue
begging to exhale by the last shot.
Who knows what a drug feeling like
if not able to make the morning hot?
Having no time in cleaning the table up
witnesses now show I was doing right.
Take care of the three empty chairs
and say all you keep grabbing the cup.
Waiting to see our breakfast released
with two cracked cups
whose taste will be ever hot.