fatemeh zolfagharian

perching birds
on trees

vis a vis
...

time!
is a conflicting meeting
between two close
yet, stranger friends
...

You were!
And before you
The sun shone for the first time
From the sheer darkness
...

wide wide dark wing
outstretched hovering

over the white fog, loud
...

I still remember
your childish commands
when you gave the orders
to the soldiers with your hand
...

History
Wounded, washed-up
Was flipping through its pages
Mourn
...

My mother is a goddess
she is a protector of beauty
And recreates the colors
Every morning
...

I dreamed myself
dancing 'Samaa'
at a dark night
while the flowered moon
...

I want to be the moon
the happy moon
that is pointed
by a scrumptious tiny finger
...

Get used to this lullaby
Since you were sold today
To the strange eyes
That is not fair to be your ally
...

I leave you in a prepense neglecting
every sunrise
but the night
will come back breathless
...

Well besides the line
Of the old trees
A wandering runnel
flows toward beneath
...

the lovelorn sky
which enchanted by
the incantation of
a hex
...

I'm a poetess
And I'm still allowed
to drop in time to time
on my childhood ground
...