Nassy Fesharaki Poems

The last cry

My poem is, as always
an observation, inspiration
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Why?

I feel shame
I killed her
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Between the lines

Years ago, I was in business
I kept eyes and ears open to learn,
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Zoetrope

Every day is a day
all new to be, learn
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Love grows if well-fed.

Eight white lines, stripe
And they walked to cross
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In Stroll

Like women
Parks, jungles wear makeup
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Cold shower

It is now three days
That cold are water pipes
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Badly miss

Badly miss the days that
Sun was sun
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Of not said

Iranian by my birth
My heart is everywhere.
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Final breath

Stood there as if rock
Silent, watched
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