Retro Summer Poem by Asadollah Keshavarzi
Retro Summer
This is not a body I hug
- A mixture of flesh and blood
This is not sigh and moan I hear
This is not a fine skin to touch
All these are, but not all
I embrace my story, my history
I find scattered sheets of my memory
And bind together with your smile
I dip myself in hot hazy days by tasting sweat on your cheek
And the odor of tropical flowers and the ink of leaflets
Golden youth returns
Summer returns
And we begin on the eve of autumn
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4/23/2024 9:39:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Perfect timing for such poem to publish now...As autumn swipe the colors, it's good to remember what we had in summer back..Summer really brings you great memory in mind and it keeps warm in any season, and the history will keep green there..Nice writing and it such a personal touch, give it some sentimental value stained here...Keep it up! _Unwritten Soul