Activities of Nassy Fesharaki

Steel heart

She works with concrete,
Her heart is of steel.
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Flagger

Today, I weighed myself,
I am cheap, am worthless,
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WWI

I am not pessimist,
How could I ever be?
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Gibran

What I saw was sweet,
Was perfect,
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Old and Happy

I am old and happy,
The long road is ending,
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They will remember us

There will be a time when,
Elderly, children,
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To be

Shakespeare wrote great:
"To be? Or not to be?
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Maze

Studied in college,
Technical, in Tehran,
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A Life

People come,
People go,
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Mr. Donald J. Trump,
Though I hold little belief that you are worthy of conversation—nor do I find those like you, who mistake themselves for giants when they are merely painted shadows—I send you this poem from the great Rumi, a poet and philosopher whose wisdom has guided those who care to listen. Not those like you, who are deceived by wealth and intoxicated by power, but those who seek truth beyond the illusion of grandeur.
I do not expect you to understand, but perhaps, by chance, someone near you will whisper its meaning in your ear. And though my heart is weighed with doubt, I leave open the slimmest hope that you, and those like you, might take a lesson from it.
A jackal once fell into a vat of dye,
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