In The Hot Desert - Poem by Sina Farajzadeh
In the hot desert
I was naked and was burning by sun,
Squatting upon the ground,
I held my heart in my hands,
And ate of it.
A bestial creature came toward me,
And said, “Is it good friend? ”
“It is bitter - Bitter” I said;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.” I continued.
Then the creature left me
Giving no drop of water.
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