Leitmotif Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Leitmotif



Leitmotif

Ghassan was; almost is
An unknown in my head…

Thankful am to Louay…
He spoke high of him…

This candle made me moth
I flew to window…

As she said in writing!
I saw Che and Wagner
Saw Germans, Forster
Story, Howard's End

And became a weight in Olympics
Champion holds me tight as sling
And I go straight to cross the circle!

In clouds
I am lost
What a joy…!

Tuesday, September 20, 2016
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