Seasons
So, the world is round, And flowers abound, And I sit here listening to the sound Of the birds singing. And I think of summers
So, the world is round, And flowers abound, And I sit here listening to the sound Of the birds singing. And I think of summers
When my palms were still growing to reach the white berries on the carved tree of memories with one heart and two initials… I remembered
See English translation below FORSAT SHOMAR SOHABAT Daani ke chist dowlat? Didaar yaar didan Dar kooye oo gedaaii, bar khosrovi gozeedan. Az jon tama’ boridan,
mid afternoon perspiration of emaciated growls, glug on the patio of ladybugs and chipped saturated wood, many million years ago i kissed you on some
All the Rulers, the origins of carved Kingly grins. The Magis, and fortune card dealers, the city of Bam With the in-between curse of Jupiter's
Blade and mirror, the torch and ether Downers and uppers upfront The fine white powder Powering up postindustrial human machinery Work is dull, play is
1. Up, high. Isn't it breathtaking? This sparkling morning, when the night, so cold, shuts the curtain of his dream, and the black mirror, once
Purple is my color Pink the mother Purple is my color For kisses on the blue Purple is my color Pink and blue Melting in
Have you seen the wall, Hassan? Have you seen the wall? As, alone, I walk along it, have you heard me call? Is your house
I have made many decisions… reflecting upon the arrival of spring. I wish these decisions would not get lost in the midst of vague and