Sina Sanjari Poems

Afternoon
sound of a dog who is interested only to syllabic rhythms
spins in the silence of Westwood
farther
...

Quite normal
Years passed;
Off
And thousands of questions.
...

For years, I have stared at the silent rock which is staring at seasons
while they come, while they go
staring at the coloring of Spring and Fall
Long…long time...I have stared
...

you were gone
to bring cups of tea
to drink together and know
how does taste life
...

We arrived at night, at suspicious night
Night is the moment, immersed in the sound of frog

we arrived, tired, exhausted
...

No doubt nor fear
Wherever is possible
Flowers bloom and…. wither
this is truth,
...

washes her feather at the tightest opportunity
during an impossible moment
like a swan, white, love comes
washes her feather in a clear mind
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Its morning and the world looks like the dream of a flower,
a blossomed dream of smiling flower

its morning and the world as I see it
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