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Souls n' Shores: How far will the wind blow
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Poems by Farah Didi. Monday, 3 February 2014. How far will the wind blow. The blowing breeze has picked up pace;. Sometimes it’s hot; sometimes it’s cold;. I can feel its crying sting across my face. Increasing its gripping hold,. Are those sleeping palms finally awake? As if they no longer can just stand still,. And watch the shrubs beneath them shake,. I wonder if they will,. Or will they just whither and die of old,. Like those before them tried and did,. Leaving nothing behind but tales untold,.
Souls n' Shores: February 2014
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Poems by Farah Didi. Tuesday, 4 February 2014. When did all the singing die. And the laughter disappear? The tide has ebbed;. A deathly silence everywhere. Is it the whisper of the wind I hear. In the quiet of the night. Or is it a child cry for its lost father? Her voice just a strain in my ear. Now fossilized in time,. The breeze is gone; the sea is still;. The dead calm wrapped like a. Cold blanket in the frosty air,. Nothing left but echoes of a prayer,. Where is the moon? Is there no light. Saturday...
Souls n' Shores: you cannot lock my soul
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Poems by Farah Didi. Saturday, 1 February 2014. You cannot lock my soul. My heart flies across the oceans,. To lands of foreign suns,. My thoughts fly through. I often hear the strains,. Of melodies, sweet and strange,. Walk through fields of wild orchids. And gaze at the snow capped peaks. Of an ancient mountain range,. My soul flees to feel. See those I have never seen,. And playful dolphins,. Through a single moonlit beam,. My ears still to listen. To the sound of running deer. My lips they taste.
Souls n' Shores: April 2014
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Poems by Farah Didi. Wednesday, 16 April 2014. A poem dedicated to Mahvash Sabet, imprisoned Iranian poet and teacher. Yellow roses in the afternoon. I hope you enjoy them. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A mum, a wife, a human rights defender, a poet at heart. My other-self served as an ambassador of my country, is an academic. View my complete profile. Yellow Roses in Afternoon. Realities of Island Life. Language for a New Century. Picture Window template. Template images by mammuth.
Souls n' Shores: Introduction
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Poems by Farah Didi. Wednesday, 16 April 2014. A poem dedicated to Mahvash Sabet, imprisoned Iranian poet and teacher. Yellow roses in the afternoon. I hope you enjoy them. 14 April 2016 at 20:42. This flash of a thought liquidly expresses how hell-bent Iranian leaders are Crushing human rights defenders there and tells them there stir is hope. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Yellow Roses in Afternoon. Realities of Island Life. Language for a New Century.
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