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Mohammad Ali Shakeri Yekta
Poems
Iran
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Translated to English by Fanous BahadrVand
Let Compose my Poems
The day that storm and darkness fired the garden
I took out the seeds
you had grown.
Why do you want to find my foot sign?
I am here
beside the silence of tree.
The alley is alone
without tortuous fair waiting
back of the passion window
You that wondering round yourself
to search you
Let compose my poems
My hand is shaking from loneliness
my lip from silence.
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