Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Bad honey

I bury what I heard
No talk of what man said.
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Norman McLaren

The music of his voice
The echoes of the waves
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New is every step

Burns is burned by news
By the facts and clues
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Have just learned

Confessing is no shame
Does not kill, neither lames.
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Claus

Claus is called: "Santa"
-with beard, long and white
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In the shell

In times I
-feel as if am needle
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Poet must

On the run saw the ghosts
-screamed on the road:
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She cursed

I am sure she did curse
- (in the cold where she was
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пиво

Russians have many kinds
-one of them "Baltika"
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Rumi wrote

Let's read it as he wrote, and we must, so I do:
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