Asadollah Keshavarzi Poems

Grimaced at my bruises on my skin

'Oh, No! Too bad! ', said with broad grin
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The last time we met
Why did you press my hand so tightly?
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Like a fish in a crystalline glassy piece of ice
I’m dying of invisible chains
Misty haze of doubts and knowing nothings
Blur my eyes
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Let's not talk anymore
And watch and touch more
Let's not go through details
And find new kinds of words
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The sore in my soul!
I never let you dry
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Heartbeats heard from the pit of my being
Echo pendulum of mind swinging
Something vague just something
Creeps up on my soul as do roots in the earth
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On the shore of my solitude island
I'm sitting at rest
There is no rush, no haste
Oh, sea, don't rage up to me anymore
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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
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On a polar snow-covered night
Glossy under silvery dust of stars
Love is fading away like splashes of light
In remoteness of the Milky Way
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We don't like to repeat a trodden path
But
It seems I lost the chance
Appeared to me as an enviable treasure*
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