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Jan 2011
In the depth of your eyes
I see the brown of an exhausted river
that once proudly filled its banks
I hear fishermen songs
as they sail contently
and I ask their ghosts
How do you sail back to your lovers
on the shores of a dried river?

A tear blossoms ...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Reza Mahani
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Reza Mahani  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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