Poetry > Modern Persian Poetry > APHYLLOUS BY TINA EHRAMI
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Why is her smile
An aphyllous tree,
A girl who pulls up
The sides of her dress?
I can’t paint her love
On her rough surface,
With the corners of her lips
Held up with needles
Why are her eyes
Pools of emptiness,
A nameless river
Drown in a youthful body?
Why is her sun
Hiding behind the moon
Silent of stolen stars
In her heliocentric dream?
I can’t hold her hands
When she turns into smoke
And circles in thin air
A ghost who dances alone
Why does her gaze
Linger on along the stumps
Of chopped off willows
On the promenade of life?
I water her aphyllous tree
And wait for blossoms
To grow and give birth
To all fish in empty pools
I pray for her sun to shine
Upon her hands and eyes
At a soirée dansante of willows
Kissed by the soft breeze of love
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From "Persian Pomegranates- A Young Poet's Soliloquy"
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