The Man Who Became Our Mother/ A Poem by Jamshid Azizi

Ah, the deceit of winter—Joy in lifeHas dwindled downTo mere survival. And yet,Poetry still exists.The moon still exists.In the palm of the oceanPearls are stillWaiting to be found. Though sleep has spread,WakefulnessRemains beautiful. They shatter the torches.They erase the starsWith black pens… To see tomorrow, We must awaken—Before we areAwoken. A man became our mother,With […]...

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