Anahita Tahmasbi Poems

Death is a classroom
A corpse, the teacher
The living, students
The lesson taught
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Life is a film
Produced by nature
Directed by fate
And you the star
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After the red sunset
An eerie darkness ensues
Blood is no longer
Red
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Angels walk by you
when you stand
sing heavenly
when you smile
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The autumn leaf
falls so gracefully
happy to have been green once
glad now to be free
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After midnight
The world seems to scorn me
The sky in its prime
Glitters
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You are most beautiful
When you hurt
When your eyes fight back the tears
When your heart moans pathetically
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Shelter me
In your arms;
Like an injured bird
Let me live my hours there
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When misery attacks
Surrender your heart
Let the darkness
Invade your soul
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Happiness is not a gift
It is bought and sold
Inconsistent
It may be taken
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