By my sweetheart’s body,
on the lands beyond the borders,
a flower has grown.
Every morning,
my eyes
water the enemy’s garden.
A poem by Azadeh Asahi
a literary magazine
a literary magazine
By my sweetheart’s body,
on the lands beyond the borders,
a flower has grown.
Every morning,
my eyes
water the enemy’s garden.
Rochelle Jewel Shapiro says
Azadeh, I cried. What a poem in so few words. Almost haiku.
Azadeh Asadi says
Hi
Thank you you’re very kind
I am so happy because of your attention