Lorna Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lorna



Lorna

Roll pants' cuffs in view of the farm
-looking deep in Brook, as Haven.

I fly to heaven. Water is generous
-kissing heels to my toes, to reflect:
- "Charm burns as wood in Charn."

Open eye, time has passed; dreams gone…

Thursday, February 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming
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