A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

In the era where all your knowledge transforms into papers

Papers that leaving you one by one

It is wind, huge wind, strange wind

You feel insecurity like a child with papers of kites

The era of big silence

huge without sky and kites

heartbeats out there on that duststorm

What a strange Eros

The eventual, of a hope

Hiva Panahi March 23/2018 NYC