by Reza Shirmarz
Through a window
The child
Looks
At the headless doll,
Snow
Buries it
Little by little
Nobody but I
Mourns for the child’s tears
Nobody but the child
Sees my ghost
Escaping
Through my lips
With each breath.
From:
My Paintings
Copyright ©:
Reza Shirmarz
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Reza Shirmarz is an Iranian published playwright, poet, literary translator, researcher and a full member of Chartered Institute of Linguists. He has published 37 books in Iran, both written and translations. He writes plays, poems, articles and novels in Farsi and English. His fist collection of poems written in English is titled "My Paintings" which has been translated into Greek and French. He also rewrote his poems in his mother tongue later...
Last updated September 05, 2022