WAVE 4: 1
ON OUR SUNNY WINGS
A WOUND HAS GROWN
IN SHAPE OF MOON.
YOU COME PALE
WITH A GOOD NEWS
RHAT NIGHT HAS PASSED
WHERE WAS THE SIDE OF SUNSET?
NOW THE EAST SIDE OF LOVE
AND CARESS OF WATER.
FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI: MOJ ONE
from: MOHAMD MOKHTARI'S SEVENTY YEARS OF LOVE POEMS
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MOJ OR WAVE POEMS STARTED ON WAVE AND WILL FINISH,IF WILL FINISH ON WAVE.ONE BOOK PUBLISHED HERE AND THERE,IN MY BOOKS OR OTHERS,STILL MY BOOK.ONE LOST.ONE SCATTERED IN DIFFERENT BOOKS OF MINE.ONE BUILDING AND REBUILDING.AND STILL GOING,GOING,GOING.WAVE'S STIIL THERE AND NEVER THERE STILL.-FARAMARZ SOLEIMANI
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