Nassy Fesharaki Poems

In Thailand where the King is the God
Capital is Bangkok
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As easy as pen write
We met and had talk
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Loudest

My loudest poem is the most distant
It is the loneliest, harmless; quietest
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Have you ever

Have you ever
Stood by ant-hole
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She sings
In her neck I can see
Blood cells bubble in veins,
(I used to see this in Hana Spring)
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With the games of borders
Who is who, what is what?
The Sergey’s history
Is funny; tragedy
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Like a chick
I want to beak, break the shell
I want to get out and want to kick
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Dave and I, on Boz-Rah, in Panjshir
Went to mine
Treasure, emerald
And miner was in rag, ate Talkhan
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Lima, the rainless city, is the ocean’s neighbor and can be called shady-city.

This city of lame dogs is city with no sun and no light but hazy almost dark.
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On his head, fell a drop;
Single one,
His head shaved it rolled down
Ran to eye
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