The Room 4 Poem by Farhad Showghi
The Room 4
the walls are cool. Tired, we lie between them, our
knees directed against the desert, the rough feel of the
textured wallpaper.
Who'll open the window?
if the moon even dares to
strain itself to stay still
like now the silence
we lie here
as far as the eyes will carry.
Translated by Brian Currid
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
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