Amir Foroughi

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My Withered... - Poem by Amir Foroughi

To Lost the living love,
Must
Be dead to know.
Dust
upon the grave,
Rust
To the heart not soul.

Can
Save me from satan,
Ran
From down to heaven.
Man
Adores you even ants,
Hand
To be touched no to be told.


Comments about My Withered... by Amir Foroughi

  • Rookie - 0 Points Tamara Puyear (5/21/2012 11:31:00 PM)

    Short yet powerful. Your line breaks reach and make a powerful statement. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,253 Points Unwritten Soul (10/7/2011 5:22:00 AM)

    Special crafted poem...Still wonder why a good pair of this hand stop writing? In any flavor you write you actually making thoughtful art...So my Friend Amir, Continue your writing and bring us for something and we will waiting :) _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ch J Satyananda Kumar (6/16/2009 1:29:00 AM)

    Very innovative style. Simple, but powerful presentation. Kudos. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 20, 2008



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