Life's Shapes Poem by Baharak Barzin
Life's Shapes
you may see her in a cold night under the rusty bridge
but you may never find her in the gilded mason of the queen
you may see her in the rotten mind of Cain
but you may never meet her in the heart of Eve
you may hear her through the old church's bell
but you may never hear her in the Wolfgang's violin
it's jolly but it glooms
it's divine but it murders
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4/29/2024 7:34:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful are the shapes of life, mam, that you have drawn. The poem sounds modern. Beautiful description! Tricky paradoxes which makes it a piece of art. I really loved reading it. Thank you.