Unasked Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Unasked
Unasked
Had it been a year now,
From when met last time?
Exactly like horse, cow
In the plume, California's…
She had learned her lesson,
In hardship and tough time.
Her poem was simple,
Too open, straight:
"Open eyes to danger,
Of the suppressed ember,
It will burn without care! "
Tina, I, hugged, goodbye,
She was not the same one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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