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Farkhondeh HajjiZadeh
Poems
Iran
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Condyle
The chill is raining
absent is my hand
What are you doing in emptiness of the pockets?
oh, the ever absent hands!
a century is passed and my condyles are freezing.
On the Line of Nostalgia
Delights
away
the line of nostalgia
A train is passing
the scream of a butterfly under the wheels of the passage
a gaze on the continuum of time
the time on the line of nostalgia.
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