Partaw Naderi

I have come from remote winters and
my feet recognize every span
of the trail of misery.
What should I say?
The silk of my sentences is short
and the “button” of my words is broken.
What clothes should I tailor
for the tall figure of my pain?








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On a Colourful Morning




I kissed her —

Her whole body shivered
Like a branch of almond blossom in the wind
Like the moon, like a star
Trembling on the water
I kissed her —
Her whole body shivered
Her cheeks showed one colour
Her gaze revealed another

And the sun rose from her tender heart
And the thousand-and-one nights of waiting

ended

And on a colourful morning
I shared a bed
With the meaning of love.