Spider
September 11, 2008
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Now that you have gone
I have no doubt
I am what the others think:
a mad spider
weaving dreams and visions
day and night,
dancing with her ugly feet
in her solitude
in the corner of this sober-minded ceiling.
Only God claims
that I was a bird
singing in my cage
before you come
to free me with your kisses.
by Farideh Hassanzadeh-Mostafavi
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Categories: Transformation
