Nassy Fesharaki Poems

I envy.

I envy the men and the women of desert
I envy islanders, far away, smaller the better
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Bzindamojig

Is honour
Was honour
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Spark

Hey people; everyone
Wear your shoes, on the run
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Red-wing

For thirsty, the water
Shapes of lake, spring
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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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