Sareh Sayidi Poems

All anew
the immortal days,
and love at its loss.
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If I am to write of you,
the words would go running,
numbnessly strong,
into the mazes of my mind.
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Living an oblivion
decided to die,
the little hearth
with flames so high;
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Silently sitting beside the bed
Was the darkness
Staring to his eyes; the rings of fire
Burning in devilish fever.
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Dead is the time,
with its hair dissolved,
around the fingers, solely mine.
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Sang on the balcony
loud and clear
the mocking bird.
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Of our love-making:
the treasured land of wilderness,
I can tell
if only time awaits.
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I fell in love
and the air changed,
so did the sky, and the river.
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