Herbs Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Herbs



Herbs

Is raining in frame in drops
no cloud, no sky
dream-like
of trance
of fever
and
of the boiling herbs,
in all kinds
outside
cold.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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