The Wrecked Poem by Asadollah Keshavarzi

The Wrecked



On the shore of my solitude island
I'm sitting at rest
There is no rush, no haste
Oh, sea, don't rage up to me anymore

You needn't scare me of adventures
Of the yearning for sailing on dark waters
You needn't
I've lost my last boat.

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