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The Revolution Is Futile Near Cemeteries Noise

The revolution is futile near cemeteries noise
                         
                (To the oldest of me, of course, my son Ahmad in my birthday)
Introduction
                  	 Cut out my soul as shirt
Wrenching the heart arteries 
Boot strap of your shoes
The poem 
The patched soul with raw dreams
And soft body which was stained at cicatrixes of war
And crowded broken heart as falling leaves trampled a track
These are my only signals refer to my being
In a room like storm dreaming of blowing
Oh, my baby
Allowed me to say
Tonight and objectively
I couldn't do anything
Because what happened
Happened always
And what didn't happen
Didn't happen
And we always improve toward the worst

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Arthur Vaso November 20, 2013 at 9:33 PM A Lovely poem, even the last line is sad. We can dream one day we will improve for the better!

Anne-Lise Andresen December 9, 2012 at 6:18 AM Thank you for sharing your poem with me, you write very well ... you are skilled!!!! - - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Faleeha Hassan December 9, 2012 at 8:04 AM Thank you dear(Anne Lise Andresen) to your feelings What you write wonderful Really

Joanmarie Peranteau December 7, 2012 at 9:13 PM Faleeha this is a powerful write.... I can feel what you are saying. Faleeha Hassan December 8, 2012 at 9:18 AM You know why? Because You are a real poet Thank you my friend Joan Marie