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ISSN: 1094-2726
Pif Magazine PMB 248 4820 Yelm Hwy SE Suite B Lacey, WA 98503-4903 |
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for quite a long time my green hands have turned yellow wilted flowers have grown in my heart my mind has had just frozen meats and I cannot find food in the garden or sky I am too tired to trim shrubs and hedges no one shovels the soil new clothes are still in moth-balls old newspapers are all over the floor and I have lost interest in my mailbox the alarm clock has lost its voice the scarecrow has lost its dignity while no bird still builds a nest in the weeping willow I give up hang my soul in the closet and close the door to spring |
Syavash Shaghayegh started his adventures in writing at the age of 16, when he began to write in Farsi. Years later when he left Iran - leaving his heart at home - he started expressing himself in English too. His English poems were published in the university's papers. Later on, when he posted his poems on the Internet, more professional journals offered to have them published. |
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