Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Proud

He inside Bus-Stop, and pride
has filled him; his head up.
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Bicycle

Doubtlessly it is cold
To trees he ties horse
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Legs

A no name she remained and remains
In my mind
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Waste

I recall fallen leaves
for the goats, and the sheep.
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I warn you

Alike the dandelion is the thought of poet
wandering; filled of love; care, message
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Shout out-loud

Let us move
Take my hand
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Devil peeks

On my right pass the bikes
Women are old and young
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Come on now

In us all
-or mostly
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Their deaths

Most pages are covered
by Queen's
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