Abouzar K. Poetry & Fiction


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With another soil of a present time,
you arrive at me

Sounds like you pass me by, seen or not, soil folded over my roots

Here is I, your name wiped out of mind

There is you where wind carries my leaf away

Abouzar Karimi
June 2010
Translated by Saghi Ghahraman
December 2022
Original in Farsi

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