Late Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Late
Late
It is dark, drizzles.
On same page is clock
-with the watch;
-they declare:
- "Night has halved;
-bigger part went away,
-died, never will return! "
Sky is a paper, toddler's;
-painted with water paint,
-scratched, crumpled.
Ground and grass, wet,
-similar is the air.
Perfumed, pleasant,
-maddening is smell,
-as is hers, in the bed
-after hugs and kisses,
-after turns, roll overs.
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