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The Cold Letter
Ali Hosseiny |
When we came,
the Earth had worn
its first night(y) veil.
The tall gallows of newborn poems
was nothing except history.
A hard fall was hewing thorn
to the forehead of aspirations.
She wrote to the (life-bird):
NO FLIGHT
and to the alienation of cold eyes :
NO ERASING.
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I am reminding the time of being an eagle .
The peak of impressions was a focus for dreams.
The crack of wish
was full of smoky breath.
The sympathy was empty.
The palm of fear was a station for wolves.
at the same time,
my parents saw their own yellow shrouds and
I was wondering.
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