Alireza Behnam Poems

Drifting shadows
over the windows
my ethereal form
in their hands
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What a joy is my day what a joy
when Karl Waters sings
lambs of the crying out of dizziness
make an Ascent
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Standing over the windows
they rob
our dreams
opening a window to our dreams
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At the end
Ill come down
in my a thousand years form
hanging from the towers of Cheghazanbil
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Suddenly, we made new drives
and a new rooster
which named 'war' as 'drive'
and crashes of the globe went too much
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What a war it is when the earth looks at “what”
The trumpet is playing like the ashes remaining from the old wars
On the ruined magnificent chateaux
And it remains from the “it is war”
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Your voice is lost
Beyond the interrupting lines
And you are walking through the jangle of jangles
Your voice how far away
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from the begin
you were full of life
full of zest
and the man who killed you
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