Freedom
As an artist I strive to interpret my visions of tranquility from brush to canvas. With the challenging medium of watercolor, I am intrigued with
As an artist I strive to interpret my visions of tranquility from brush to canvas. With the challenging medium of watercolor, I am intrigued with
Poetry Purging Sara Ansari February 2, 2005 iranian.com When I held your hand You didn't hold it back, I found completion with you But
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Chanting from the mosque echoed throughout the marketplace A burly fishmonger shouts proudly of his latest catch People shoving in line at a bakery to
This is about bodies perforated, scarred, buried now in Iraq, Iraqis mean nothing and as long as Iraqis mean nothing U.S. deaths means less, the
Peace has become an impossible dream. Destroyed by the scum of the Muslim extreme. As a nation we squeeze triggers of fate. A cycle that
Sad and cruel Cold and hard Separates you From the world, from the life From love and from hate From humanity or otherwise From worship
For reopening of Statue of Liberty Park in New York after 9/11. Let the torch down Come down from your pedestal Take a giant step