The Exiled Poem by Hassan Najmi

The Exiled



To Abbas

Their palms are coffins
and their heads are hats for distant clouds.
And behind them there is time
without flowerpots
or arms

They had left.
And leaving itself returned
and they did not come back.

Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving
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Hassan Najmi

Hassan Najmi

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