Nassy Fesharaki Poems

I am who I am

The future
Knows not
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Arrange the words,
We have some talking to do.
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Mother

My mind
Her lips
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Hooligan’s poem

Dies a nymphet
In her name grows a tulip
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Chirp

Singled out and alone
-exactly as I want.
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Sara

Sara
Dear Sara
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Rain

Rain again! Singing pearls knock on roofs
At window I’m alone; rain floods on the roads
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In water of my thoughts
Damp and wet, full of love
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I rode
You wrote
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Hollywood and Persian Carpet

Like a Persian carpet
I’m flat, colorful; well-knotted
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