Grey Hair Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Grey Hair



Grey hair

Mirror says:
"Look...careful...again"

Eyes are unable
In the mist and clouds

"What? "

Each hair is a tongue
Each sings a song, a choir

"What about the fallen ones? "

"They are forgotten stories now."

Sunday, June 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,forgotten,hair,mirror,solitude
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