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Hossein Ghorbani Poem
Little birds flying
Flying with no wings
In the shadow of their cages
Into nothingness
Copyright © Hossein Ghorbani | Year Posted 2014
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Hossein Ghorbani Poem
By the power of death, I condemn you to nothingness
He who lives peacefully in his sumptuous demesne
Shall fall down and feel the agony and pain
For I see benighted human as I see the great eye
Beguile the unreality within his domain
She dissembles her soul, he obscures his remains
The unreal dalliance, umbrella and no rain
An evanescent imaginary, an ephemeral non-existence
Beautiful words, no searing pain
Falling like a rain, dropped from the clouds
Singing like Sinatra, silently but loud
No pyramids, no cane, no calling, no train
He’s like his father, she is really proud
Buried in the clock, all four the same
One, one and one, and again another one
Those probably make 11:11, whatever it is
I’m on my plane
By the power of nothingness, I condemn you to death
Copyright © Hossein Ghorbani | Year Posted 2014
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