.: Arash's Poetry :.
Arash Emamzadeh mixes up words in cauldrons to cook meaning/beauty. Since 2010.
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Sunday, May 12, 2019
Sleep
An ox plows a hillside field
A farmer harvests wheat
A shepherd leads his sheep
And your ghost haunts my sleep.
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