Pomegranate - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
They never laugh… I did not hear.
In poems we saw them as miracle
Of the, Creation…of the, Creator…
But I never forget them; never, never ever…
My palms know them for their sticks
My mouth for lost teeth, to branches
(Tying a thread to both and jumping)
…for pissing at them in colder days!
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