Forty third letter / poem to Khodayar on the occassion of his sixth death anniversary

Khodayar, let this song be an echo for your life, your life, solid as an avalanche coming from the mountains, to us. Full of danger / you lived cut off from your home, from your people, in the land of strangers, you were forced apart. You were put in danger, again and again. Let this spring refresh your soul and take some of the bitterness away. Let us share this with you. This wind between the mountains is strong and clean and even touches that place-apart, where your life was cancelled. I don’t understand this I am not explaining it well. The ripples from your words set all the boats dancing on the pretty water, raise the hairs on my neck. 18.10.21