Aidin Azarkerdar

Rookie - 3 Points (9/11/1987 / Iran)

Death And A Blossom Bride - Poem by Aidin Azarkerdar

In the night of drink a wine
Toxicant air of illness minds
A blossom bride dead under moonlight
A blossom bride was a lovely child with the tears on the eyes, like an angel’s humanoid
Fall in love for ten year old make her like thirty years soul
Neither a baby nor an old
For her is the world full of force
No ways for comfort
Shame on humans
A blossom bride is dead
Not feel, not hate
Not croon, not fate
A blossom bride is dead
No thing for rest of seduction
No saint for salvation
Also under sky of moon of wine a blossom bride died with the imagine of flight
No feel for hug
No heart for smile

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 13, 2008

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