Poems by Elham Hamedi

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The trees walk

The trees walk at night

And will release shadows and lights into my heart

Without the sound of a broomstick breaking in the shadows

Without the sound of cough of leaves

it makes the space sick

The trees walk at night

And humans are mysteriously planted in footsteps of trees

Their heads bud in the dark

Without a red light stop them

Without the pedestrian lines putting human’s legs in the cage

The night walks recklessly inside me along the yellow line

Elham Hamedi “UN COLPO ALLA TESTA ERA UNO ZAQBOOR”, Terra d’ulivi Edizioni-Italia publishing house

Cold Sun

When I looked at the horizon

All the songs fall on the dry throat wall.

At the intersection of two axes, a man in fences a dead end

He burns his whole backpack

Because of not distinguish the angles of the trap

When they arrived, they found the cold sun in his throat like a dead apple

A reed near his feet stings with disgust.

His mouth was dark

And weightless words floated in his mouth

Elham Hamedi “UN COLPO ALLA TESTA ERA UNO ZAQBOOR”, Terra d’ulivi Edizioni-Italia publishing house

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