Smell Of Moon's Skin Poem by Ali Ehsanizadeh

Smell Of Moon's Skin

It seemed
she had come out of grandmother's tales.

It was impossible for her not to be beautiful!

Her hands were like a snowy dawn,
and her dress
smelled of the moon's skin.

● Ali Ehsanizadeh

Smell Of Moon's Skin
Monday, July 14, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother
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