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  • Confusion

    pen

    Pen

    When the distress and sorrow poison, cover all over my shape.
    And its wine deform whole my being..
    come this pen, and rescue me from that toxin, and drop by drop,
    Let it getting out of my body,
    Bit by bit , recovers my body from..
    This is my only weapon, which I can fight with, against oppressive Ahriman ..
    This pen is my only tool to get with my freedom back.


    ibrahim rasul surchy
    south kurdistan

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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