Mina Lotfi

A gape in my mind
I read just some pages
Play words sonnet,
Rhythm of being
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Whoes shoes are they
Behind this door
wet and dirty
someone sleep on this carpet
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Did not read my writings
I did not write lovely
That he could read
I dreaming raining
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Imagine you fall,
from anotherland
to this huge world
water and soil
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On the darkness night
It will die, a lighten lamp
It is so far
Morning is near
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Night, silence, me
Shadows of silence
You do not know...
My spring has gone
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we are or may not
being is like bread
that all eat
not to be hunger
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an old man
a bare house
the big one, the red rose
cherries, and a pool
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At the night ear
Morning steps
Yale the night
Dark dream gone
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I am sad
Tired of this time
And you that grow
Fear on my heart
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Reading strong poem
A question fill in my mind
waste word, new one
He is behind table
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where are you traveling
without me
I did not understand
you are going
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Do not say virus
we are as wire
connecting together
If one of us die
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this spring
ground breath
animals too ...
free frompeoplesfoot
...

Eating faith of soil
Little, by little
These wild red bushes
Far from here
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When he saw my hands line
Garbled his face
He and thousand speech
It was endless
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night, fever, silence
loneliness
where am i sitting?
someone is coming
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Incomplete past
stay on this paper
you are clamorous wave
A paper in wind
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I am thinking alone
About passed days,
And you are eating
You are writing
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I go beside window
There is story, maybe a dream
staying behind these windows
A hopper all the morning
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