Mahtab Nega


Raid - Poem by Mahtab Nega

The violin strings
Turned my fingers red…
Your music was a storm
on a flower bed.

I am
the slave of your seasons -
Are you my spring?
Am I blue and bold?
Are my snows melting?

Touch away my blues
To sweeter greens;
Let your soft summers
Drench my winter scenes.

In my battered soil
Is your flower bed -
For balms and herbs
I you raid.

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  • (4/10/2012 10:32:00 AM)


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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