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From Fari Atefat The Ground Winter,
I feel cold, rigid, icy. Spring,
I am washed down by so much rain. Summer,
I feel the heat that dries me out. Autumn,
I sense the end as all are dying. Earthquakes
rip me apart. Floods
suffocate me, winds and cyclones scatter me. I
hold the deaths, and their weights. But
I hold on, even though they drill and shovel me. I
have faith. I
will always be there. But
I cannot help if I feel stepped on. I am the ground. |
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Remembering
My Daughter Sun,
Moon, and the Stars, Fire,
lamps, and the lights, They
all brighten my days and nights Yet
all is black in my heart. I
want to look into her eyes again, Her
eyes, her passionate heart. But
they will not be returned to me. Like
the floods which flow to the sea. I
remember everything. Yet I ask myself, Do
I really remember? Ask me, And
my mind is gone with her. Surely,
destiny is unjust, yet my love For
her has given me the magic sight! She
is in a foreign land, but wherever I
stand, wherever I should land, I
see her everywhere. No philosophy Can
take away her space from my heart. |
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Grandsons For Cyrus, my first grandson,
and Darius, my second grandson When
one snow flake flies in the sky I
keep seeing my first grandson. He
and his mother are buried side by side. When
the sun announces another beautiful day, the beauties of that day are silent to me. I
am in the thunderstorm of past memories. Let
God come closer to me and offer his
love, while there is still a ray of light in the dark forest. That
light is for my second grandson. Far
away from the noise and pain of past memories, I am closer to God. Peace
is in the high sky of my heart. While
I am missing my first grandson, I
am talking to my second grandson through the window of my heart. |
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