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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

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by nooshin azadi

illustration by rhoda penmarq





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she was still walking
on the path
that never ended
i caught up with her
and put the grail in front of her
this time she didn't ask any questions
she simply started to drink
eagerly
i found myself confident enough
to caress her shiny scales
suddenly the road coiled up
soundlessly
and it started to hail

neither of us ran for shelter from the storm
i felt wings flapping behind my neck

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3 comments:

  1. Beautifull, words.


    You are so wise
    you see so clear

    you even stop
    just before,
    they get the word
    to justify the horror,
    they are "entitled" to cause

    but I know
    you will go forward
    you ll go on
    at least until
    your work is done.


    being so free and so real
    you give me hope
    to keep trying to
    make those who suffer, to heal.

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  2. forwarded from nooshin azadi:

    dearest Mariana...
    thanks for such a poetic and impressive comment... means a lot to crow! :)
    .

    the only movement i experience
    is sinking
    down
    down
    down

    in my rare non-euclidean dreams
    it can be felt as moving forward... forward... forward...

    you say i give you hope
    ah... you help me dream more... more... more..

    .

    namaste!

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