Sima Farshid Poems

In this big ball where people all
wear tinted masks,
I'm out of place for my bare face.
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All her life on a marsh,
a water lily dreamed of the sea.
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The bird thirty flew out,
yet I stood still
and stared at its flight.
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From the moment you go to say Dad,
a couple of hulks stand against you.
How they've popped up,
you'll never know.
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The cocoon I'd weaved,
turned to fetters
instead of silk,
and I went on spinning
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