Three Poems |
by Sheema Kalbasi |
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quietly on the sands where music was played? Your words were wonderers, said quietly in the pockets of my ears. Oh, Esphahan1! With your turquoise blue mosques and lovers hiding under the sands by the Zayandehrood2 and its haunting blue skies. Still the words did wonders when they were said quietly in the pockets of my ears. Time is eternity, my dignity resides in yours and your words are wonders that I count as precious coins kept quietly in the pockets of my tears. 1Esphahan: a city in Iran. It is famous for her beauty. 2Zayandehrood: a river in Esphahan Sinbad The ocean air is nesting on your cloths. You smell of raw fish, I brush The night out of your hair, The salt from the skin tune And I still want to lick. |
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