Mehradad Nosrati


I'm going far
Far from this land
Far as you'll never hear again from me,
In the yarns, old pensioners,
In every boring afternoon
Of all these tired parks tale.
So come out now
And feel released from those rainy eyes
Under the tree you pretty know
Waiting for you and another haunt.

by: Mehrdad Nosrati (Mehreshaer)

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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when she doesn't want to see mehreshaer(means: poet's kindness and love) , this mad poet, anymore....

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