First the poppies went then the locust, poems by Azita Ghahreman
Red Bicycle I still dream of my red bicycle on the green shores of summer, my unruly hair casting shadows ...
Red Bicycle I still dream of my red bicycle on the green shores of summer, my unruly hair casting shadows ...
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“I think I might be an old-fashioned writer. People often comment that I'm a 19th-century writer. And I think maybe ...
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HAIR IN THE WIND we invite all poets from all countries to be part of the artistic-poetic performance HAIR IN...
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