Alireza Shams Poems

She looked at me
when she was listening to the moon
It seemed the moon
was going to speak with her soon
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A bag of pomegranates hidden under visitors veil,
A slice of warm watermelon behind cold room's bar,
A handful of pistachios salted by tears' saltiness!
Leave me by myself,
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The train is coming
Could you hear
how wheels are kissing the rails?
They will never know
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