Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Gibran Khalil Gibran

She moves
She walks, back and forth
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Grey hair

Mirror says:
"Look...careful...again"
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Migration

On my wings roses, buds
And designs
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God forgive

His right palm wide open
Index-thumb far-apart
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Plans

When he sits with his list
Places and people; and dreams
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Stolen sisters

Expecting flat face, boney cheek, almond eyes
I was wrong
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Strawberry

Cold it is as if pole
Strong in our souls
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Charghad

The four fold on her head
Named “Charghad”
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Icy crystal days

With a pen in my hand
I am writing in darkness
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The Killing Field

Hey you
You who reads my writing; poem or not
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