Indisputably my Esfahān.

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For Assiyeh.

At this very moment

I walk down the stairs

of a rose garden when

a faint odor invades my nares

and makes

my abdominal cavity to shrink

and fill up again.

Now,

I have to breathe.

I have to breathe

now

faster.

At this very moment

running up the stairs

faster then ever

I respire.

Inhaling fresh air.

Later

Exhaling vapor

I walk down the stairs

of a rose garden when

a light stroke

at a great distance

seeks my attention.

A skyline made by

cupolas | domes |

turrets and minarets

acts as a magnet.

Naturally my nostrils

squeeze themselves together.

The horizon does not come closer.

First my mouth gasps

|air|

Using my last one

I run for my life.

Atmosphere

tastes salty.

The smell of rotten fish.

Why can't I escape to

the left to the right?

Undeniably this is

how life ends.

Undoubtedly this is

my Esfahān.