The Angel Of Freedom Poem by PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE
The Angel Of Freedom
She
Fell asleep
Without lullaby and tale
Rested in peace
Free from sorrow and jail
The whole journey was a nightmare
Sore
A lot of despair blood and gore
Now I’m sure
She is glad and secure
In the sky all things are pure
God sings sweet lullaby to her
Where there're no humanoids
To err
(A Memorial to the oppressed martyr, Neda A.S.)
(2009/6/24)
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a very beautiful, sad and touching poem...will watch now
a very beautiful, refreshing, colurful write indeed nightingale... a great sight for the wounded heart! ! ! ! I ll pay you a 10 for this baeutiful peice! ! ! regards shan
awesome tribute very touching...thanks best regards, jdh
it's only in death that we are truly free..make the most of life beautiful tribute to your friend..
...........the angel of freedom creates beautiful and peaceful imagery...beautiful write...
dear, it is beautiful! ! ! very touching and writen with truth...10
I like the way this poem ends. It is open ended and invites the reader to ponder all the possible meanings for the word err, in context to what this poem is saying. Humanoids always err. to err is human. err 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 6:05:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I haven't heard of this martyr. Yet, I can feel her life through your verses. Nice.