Toronto`s Guitar Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Toronto`s Guitar



Toronto’s guitar

Like the birds of Attar
My guitar

Made of that maple tree
(Lived for one-fifty.)
Whispering sweetly
In roar and silently
The been-seen history

Once again a crime
See Queen 9-9-9.

Friday, March 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: historical
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