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Evening,
The nice and warm wind of June...
it blows in the evening;
And it was spring...
You move my hair...
You move my skin...
You move my dress...
My dress comes alive;
It was spring...
And it is summer...
The two wheels of your childhood are colored...
Your eyes give olive...
Your eyes give olive...
Your eyes giving green olives...
I pick your berries;
The sun wakes up... ☀️
Your leaves wake up... 🌿

عَصر...
بادِ خوب و گرم خرداد...
عصر می وزید؛
و بهار بود...
موهایم را تکان می دهي...
پوستم را تکان می دهي...
پیراهنم را تکان می دهي...
پیراهنم زنده می شود؛
بهار بود...
و دیگر تابستان است...
دو چرخِ کودکي ات رنگی...
نگاهت زیتون مي دهد...
نگاهت زیتون مي دهد...
نگاهت زیتونِ سَبز مي دهد...
توت هایت را مي چینم؛
آفتاب بیدار می شود... ☀️
برگ هایت بیدار می شوند... 🌿
  Jul 2023 Edmund black
Traveler
The universe is hierarchy all the way up! And dysfunction all the way down. No end nor beginning, all truths, no lies. Over and over we’re born, we die.
Imaginations pretend and creation set in. Love is stronger than wisdom and there for we’ll be back this way again…
Traveler 🧳 Tim
To keep the peace
I let you have a piece
And you kept that, too
It wasn’t worth the argument
To proclaim it didn’t really belong to you
For all your posturing delusions
I’m pretty sure you knew it, too
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