Nassy Fesharaki Poems

In morning, summer day
I
Selfish, egoist, narcissist
Like to sense own smell
Rain on dust
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Yellow beaked it is black; spotty
Just left leg and alive; struggles
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Alfalfa

It is rain, it is storm
Wind and gust take the soul
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Hell is left

Piece of food on the road
Abandoned
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Helen of Troy

In her eyes a bucket
I, canvas
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For whom did the Bells Toll?


How familiar it sounds
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Beautiful nymph

Comb in hand and scissors gets a bend.
Cold and dark, roadside lines of power
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Let's have fun

On the sands of beach lay the seashells
Soft fingers back and forth; make castles
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Peg-leg Frida

Frida don't sleep; Sun's landed on my lap; mountains soared to sky, dry's my mouth
Unpaved Riverbed, gravel road for mammoth, it is bird; dinosaur is a king; is strange
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Sad;
The farm is
Run over by water
Sad;
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