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A Poem by:

Sheema Kalbasi

Colourful Bar


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The whole world

is a metaphor

for something else!

the sea, the sand, the voice of soft drinks.

Quiet voices.

The dark curly hair, long, black, soft

playing with the rhythm




Suddenly I saw her

In front of me, standing brown and tall,

and as I watched her walk through me,

Her eyes asked: What's up? Haven't seen me before?

and I fell in love

with her mouth, with her sight.

I blushed.


My inspiration

what to do?

         to do?

Talk? Walk? Make love?

The wind, the wind.


Looking at her,

The moon, the moon.


The face, her face

Spreading like a vine.


Sublime idea!

Cold dust, sweat.


To write a poem, a world of words

the shore of love.



Sheema Kalbasi
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