Vision Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Vision



Vision

Gilded sheet underneath
Mountain sits on the top
Deep buried, voice crushed
Throat lumped, cannot shout

Only tools, hope and heart.
“Keep busy with your fight”
Comes vision…from skies.

Monday, April 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fight
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