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Sunday, November 6, 2011

(six)

by nooshin azadi

illustration by rhoda penmarq








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it was still spiraling
down the silent abyss of whimsical triangles
where thoughts evaporated into thin emotions
i breathed it in
and lived for a long moment
this time it didn't try to escape
it simply permeated my heart
eagerly
i found myself confident enough
to caress its ephemeral presence
suddenly the abyss rose to the sky
soundlessly
and a tornado loomed in the horizon
neither of us ran for shelter from the whirlwind
i saw wings soaring high in the sky

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