Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 72,796 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Waiting - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She is thin and Petit
waits for bus
hair is short and blond.

In the wind like a dove
is dancing
goes up-down; side to side.

Bony face, pale skin
looks like a, monster
walking dead

Move her hands; is robot
“Hello Barbie” is busy
Walks and talks.

Waiting in bus stop
and talking to no one
what has she in her mind?

Topic(s) of this poem: social


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 30, 2015


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