Pamir Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pamir



Pamir

I woke up in morning
Had wish of observing
Flowers blooming.

Regardless if a rose, or lotus, jasmine.

And I did; encountered silver bud, of Pamir
She is a reminder; is mirror reflecting
Good old days, and devils.

My poems, researches, stories
Among them corrupted KGB.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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