They smell your breath
Lest you have said: I love you,
They smell your heart:
These are strange times, my dear.
From the poem Strange Times, My Dear, in the PEN Anthology of Contemporary Literature
If liberty sang a song, little,
as the larynx of a bird,
nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.
Tags: poem
A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.
Ahmad ShamlouTags: love laughter sadness tears
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