Reclusion Poem by Mohsen Zohrab Beigi
Reclusion
The One that fetches pains,
Wane them all within the rain,
If Pain is bred of griefing,
Sweet-smelling drops swap them in gracing.
Remember,
Weeds always grow fast,
Cracks squeeze them in racks,
Roses endure pro-gambler rats,
As Flora laughs with alas.
But if the words are bleeding,
And the Feel lies on the line, baffling,
Back to the walls of blessing,
For Someone who cares about seeding.
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