On The Verge Of Something Poem by Asadollah Keshavarzi
On The Verge Of Something
I see you everyday
With Curious eyes
With fleshy chicks
Curved lips
Thick hairs
I see you busy with papers
Shivering in cold room
Seeking fire and flames
Like a cool nasty kid
Frowning crying
But still beloved
Like a dark tunnel swallowing light
Like a forest with untrodden routes
Like a secret in backyards
Like a flower hidden behind a log
And you need a key to open locks!
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