Scorching Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Scorching



If I did not swing around myself like a wirligig

How could I swing around scorching sun while untouched?

I do not like being adjacent to futurs

Futures must be sublime and high-lifted

Otherwise there whould not be any star nor asteroid in total void

I would like being drowned and soaked in life

Being poluted and tainted by reality

Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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