We stand back to back
to contemplate darkness
and the chirping of rain,
when it eases
a new season dawns,
we turn our heads
to contemplate Spring
and find we no longer know one another.

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Ali Wahag

“But” is short but a complete poem. Azita Ghahreman cleared that sometime approaching  the distination also can be painful because the people do  change theirself.

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