Weak In Breeze Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Weak In Breeze



Weak in breeze

Came at me with vengeance
Its movement I could read
With one touch it was gone
This made me see own life
(Standing, seeking rights)
He moves and, I am dead
This is poor’s, powerless
With breeze, is gone weak.

Monday, May 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rights,seeking,standing
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