“ Drunken memories”
In the sea, a fish connects the kisses of the beach to the horizon
A sailing ship repeats travel memories with the smell of the sea
The heart of the sea is full of whispers of fish
The heart of the sea is full of short pauses
To stop in the rainbow fluid mind
The heart of the sea beats
In drunken memories of the sails of a sailing ship
Elham Hamedi
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