Asadollah Keshavarzi

Grimaced at my bruises on my skin

'Oh, No! Too bad! ', said with broad grin
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The last time we met
Why did you press my hand so tightly?
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Like a fish in a crystalline glassy piece of ice
I’m dying of invisible chains
Misty haze of doubts and knowing nothings
Blur my eyes
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Let's not talk anymore
And watch and touch more
Let's not go through details
And find new kinds of words
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The sore in my soul!
I never let you dry
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Heartbeats heard from the pit of my being
Echo pendulum of mind swinging
Something vague just something
Creeps up on my soul as do roots in the earth
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On the shore of my solitude island
I'm sitting at rest
There is no rush, no haste
Oh, sea, don't rage up to me anymore
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This is not a body I hug
- A mixture of flesh and blood
This is not sigh and moan I hear
This is not a fine skin to touch
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On a polar snow-covered night
Glossy under silvery dust of stars
Love is fading away like splashes of light
In remoteness of the Milky Way
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We don't like to repeat a trodden path
But
It seems I lost the chance
Appeared to me as an enviable treasure*
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A man sips his cup of tea and asks himself what happiness is.
A woman squeezes a lemon in fist and seeks her joy.
A child gazes at a toy and longs for it.
Like a boat floating on waters
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Croesus of Lydia and Diogenes of Sinope
All die and rest in a dark wet grave
Sweat and blood
Digging wrinkles on the face of history;
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I see you everyday
With Curious eyes
With fleshy chicks
Curved lips
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