Kareem Bakhtyarfar

The white lambs of thought,
graze the dark full night;
Violet morning runs,
since my child of mind,
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The garden of reflection green
back of the rampant of consciousness:
'The glare';
festoon gate to resplendence;
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The white dreamer beloved,
Were expanding dark night,
Over her shoulders' light.
From her chest of land
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I met the Nestor,
Alongshore of Acheron
And asked him about
Trojan wooden horse! ?
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before!
By green leaves of narrow observes,
on reflexes of blue lights of oceans' eyes,
Spring from bright head-fountains of existence;
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Dance me Dance me,
you drive me drunk and drunken.
Burn me, burn me,
you drive me rising arisen;
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Midnight and,
drinking the last cup of tea
and the tea-pot that empty.
Thinking about my lord: 'Thou':
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Mourn for the Earth
-as the bed- to green the fine dreams
Most have to toil
when the band saws go to round beams,
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There is shining perfect moon;
but sun shall be rising soon.
On my floating knowledge nerd,
thy name is so lovely word.
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Light crosses the sense of blue rose
And by appearance of my eyes
Much apparitions of life go
And by memories of clean leaves
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