Pleased Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pleased



Pleased

In the car in front
She had her window down
Saw her hair in sun, wind,
Expose gold strings.

Lost in line of my thoughts
Looked to left and to right.

The right side's driver
Seemed to be of Iran
Her large eyes, black hair
Led me to nights, deserts.

With such a vision, mood
I found me hung by noose
Of their hairs' Jazz, Blues.

Sunday, September 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leeann Azzopardi 15 September 2019

beautiful words to see the person potentially to be the love of one's life

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Nassy 16 September 2019

Thanks a lot for reading and the eye-penning comment.

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