"abandoned" **************** 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 (c) syavash shaghayegh July 8th, 1997Published in the April issue of Pif Magazine
abandoned was also published in year 2000 in : "A Generation Defining
Itself: In Our Own Words"-volume II.
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Published in the April issue of Pif Magazine