Marjane Satrapi , you stay a beacon,
Shining your light over the waters ,
Lest we stay in our blind spots, where dark is called light...
Honoring through Persapolis , is all we can do now ,
Ponder over the shifting sands of time ,
Of noise and moths of people, of lives,
Moth eaten bits of truths flutter all around ...
Poem by PC-3 (06/04/2026)
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