Shamloo
His words were always the mirror to see him in
now, broken and wrinkled ...
I find the mirror shattered
shrapnel has made a sea
I am drowned...
Shamloo fingered the sky
he milled the earth as a poet
but now the dead is alive
on YouTube; too old and...
I want him alive and powerful
as he always was under dictatorship
(A firm freedom fighter; regardless of the ruler!)
by Nassy Fesharaki
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
