By Aamer Farttoosi
The most beautiful thing is to disturb the range, And others – think of you as the appeal, Some think of you; the echo. The most beautiful thing is to be the proof, Of light and darkness Beautiful sudden sparrows Within you lie the last of the words and the first of the words Within you dwell dusky words and dusky images And others – some see you as nothing, And some think of you; a creator. The most beautiful thing you can be is an aim – A somber bifurcation For silence and speech.
