Alone thinking about Forough Farokhzad

Alone thinking about FF

my lonely heart explodes with love…it falls like hail onto the barren ground,

where is my woman’s face I long to pelt¬†¬†with kisses like the gentle rain

in spring? I’m tired of solitude… brittle ice crystals bouncing

around just hard surfaces… the contradiction of ice

falling from hot summer sky where is a home

for tenderness, shut doors hide emptiness…

one room…had i been there….

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